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nervous

With each job interview, Janie’s sense of panic grew. A year ago, she had counted herself extraordinarily lucky when she’d obtained a job within weeks of earning her Master’s degree, but then the company suffered layoffs and she was the first to go.

She had just enough in her savings for another month’s rent and another case of ramen noodles. She glanced again at the name on the door plate wondering why it seemed so familiar, ominously familiar.

“Miss Dexter, Mr. Montgomery will see you now,” the administrative assistant said.

Janie straightened her black pencil skirt. Her smile trembled slightly.

Mr. Tate Montgomery stood looking out the window as she entered. He didn’t immediately turn around so she cleared her throat.

“Mr. Montgomery?” she said.

As he turned, her stomach sank. Nerves collided with resignation when she saw the familiar green eyes and the jagged scar on his cheek.

“I wondered if it was you,” he said.

And there stood the boy, the one who owned the only heart she’d ever broken.

 

end 4/17/2017

S. Darlington

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