Chapter Three
I had a new job two days later. Walked into the advertising agency that had been harassing me for the last six months and was given carte blanche to create my own position and title. I named my salary, had an office with a window on the world, and matching furniture. What more could I want?
I’m not sure why I caved in to corporate days and politics I abhorred, except that it represented some stability in my otherwise messed up life. A few days later, needing a little more space and freedom, I moved my possessions into the converted garage condo at the back of Holden’s property. I promised him that I wouldn’t go running off to Las Vegas or anywhere else without a full itinerary of my plans posted on their refrigerator. If they only knew what I’d really done while I was gone,
