Chapter Ten
Blanca
Friday afternoon at three o’clock, I click send an email to Mr. Copeland, which contains my very first article that will be published in a magazine. Exhilaration spreads through my veins. I finally accomplished what I wanted. I am going to have something published in print.
Sliding out of my chair, I peek over the partition to find Ethan wearing his AirPods, his back to me, typing away. I use the moment to savor the glimpse of his back muscles flexing as he raises his shoulders up and down for relief. If we were girlfriend and boyfriend, I’d be able to give him a massage and relieve some of that tension.
Breezing by him, I head to the break room to celebrate by myself, wishing there was a bottle of champagne around. Instead of popping the bubbly, I pull out my phone
