"What will be, hm? Toast and grapefruit?" he asked me, smiling warmly. I scrunched my face as he took my nose.
Exhaling, l said, "No. I think I'll have waffles and Turkey bacon, please."
"Coming right up," he grinned, shooing me away so I could give him space.
I walked over to Mom, figuring I'd sort things out before they got any worse.
"Good morning," I said to her politely.
"Morning," she snarled, not taking her eyes off the ebook she read.
I huffed and stomped my foot. "Mom, just because I'm moving out doesn't mean we have to be like this. I'm sorry for how I acted on the cruise, but you've been really pushy. I'm twenty-two, not twelve. I need-"
My iPhone rang. It was a phone call from a California number. At first I didn't answer because I didn't know who it could be, then I realized it was most likely Courtney from the email.
"Hello?" I answered the call.
"Hi. Is this Brooklyn?"
"Yes. Who's this?" I excused myself from the kitchen and ran upstairs to lock myself in my bedroom.
"Courtney Sinclair from Z.A. Co., the one who sent the email, how are you?"
I lit up, excited that this call was happening.
"Um, I'm great, actually. I'm glad you called."
"Did you have any more questions?"
"Not that I can think of right now," I let out.
"Good. I hoped I answered the rest in the email."
"Yes, you did. So, I guess I'm just wondering how legit this is? It seems so random."
She giggled softly. "Ms.Brankovich, I can assure you this is fully legitimate. We're offering you a place to stay while you work with us. I'm sending the address and job description right now. Did you get it?"
I refreshed my laptop a few times and saw her message. "Yes I got it," I said to her while scanning the page.
"If you're still unsure, I know your parents are professionals, you can bring them and we could discuss-" I cut her off at the mention of my parents getting involved. I'm grown and can handle it on my own.
"No, that's not necessary." I paused to think.
You know what, fuck it. I'm going to take the job and move to Cali.
"Courtney," I called her name.
"Yes?"
"I accept."
"Perfect!" She squealed and I heard her typing something up. "How soon would you like to move in?"
"Immediately," I declared, slamming my MacBook shut.
"Perfect. See you soon."
***
"Hey, Brook," Dad spoke to me after swallowing his glass of Pepsi.
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Apartment 311
RomanceFour strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons. Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
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