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Her Best Laid Plans

28/2/2014

 
So I thought I'd post some of my first chapter on the blog and who knows - you may even find the answer to some blog hop questions contained herein ;)

Her Best Laid Plans

Amanda Gray slipped into the busy New York street, her hand quite unwilling to relinquish its death-grip on a medicinal macchiato. Breathing in its sweet reassuring aroma she pondered her next move. So much for her New Year’s resolution— she was seriously out of practice at this whole taking-control-of-your-own-destiny caper.

The plan had been to ace the job interview, not babble excessively or give the impression that she couldn’t organise her way out of a paper bag.

But big-time nerves, combined with rusty
interview skills had shaken her, rendering her embarrassingly ineffectual so that now some perfectly qualified and properly experienced personal assistant would get the position at the gallery instead of her.

Jostled from behind, she managed to save both her coffee and her natty new interview suit from an unfortunate coming together. Picking up her pace she fought valiantly against a case of
serious pedestrian envy— everyone appeared to know exactly where they were going. She knew where she needed to get to … a job that paid enough for her to move out of the house she shared with her brother Mikey. It was the least that he deserved after he’d worked so hard to win back his independence after the accident. Seeing his progress and his capacity to fearlessly embrace life again had forced Amanda to take a look at her own. So here she was. Absolutely, totally, one hundred per cent ready to kick-start her life again.

The fire-blanket of butterflies that settled in her stomach was amazingly effective at dousing any melancholy she felt over her interview. Her breath hitched. She was nearly used to the butterflies trumping any feelings of confidence in her ability to make changes in her life. But since coming up with “The Plan” she reminded herself life was now all about feeling the fear and doing it anyway.

Of course, she could always take the easy option and accept Jared’s job offer. Except she was fairly sure the question she needed to be asking herself was “why” her brother’s best friend had offered her a job. Things between them were— she quaffed back a healthy dose of macchiato to eliminate the lick of heat she felt
rush to her cheeks —weird enough as it was. Or not, she hastily corrected. There wasn’t any one thing about her and Jared King that needed to be complicated.

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