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CHAPTER 4 Warren lingers in the parking lot of 981 briefly pretending to pull up an address, until he sees Doug pull into the parking lot.
CHAPTER 8 It’s been three weeks since Bria agreed to help Warren out at District 981 and to both of their surprise, they make the perfect pair. In both their personal and professional lives, they’d become in sync.
CHAPTER 7 Once they arrive at 981, Bria walks into Warren’s office, and is instantly drawn to his wall of chaos. An entire wall sectioned off, each section representing a different 981 location and the schedule for each one. Gainesville and Jacksonville locations are overrun with things needing to be done.
Heartbreak Over Guilt
It had been nine years and four months since I last laid eyes on the one true love of my life. Which was coincidentally the same day, I became what some might call a murderer and the same day I involuntarily relinquished my incubator capabilities.
CHAPTER 1 It had been a long damp and rainy day. Six thirty sharp, ashy blue and gray clouds fill the evening sky as Bria shuts down her office and heads down to the parking garage, thrilled to be heading somewhere besides her quiet house. As she walks off of the elevator, she is greeted by Jennifer and Dillon, two of her coworkers.
CHAPTER 2 It’s Sunday afternoon, Bria is sitting on her back porch with a glass of wine, scrolling through her phone, when Susan walks out on the back porch.
CHAPTER 3 It’d been almost a month of late-night phone calls and cancelled lunch dates since Warren and Bria’s dinner date. Warren busy with plans of opening two new locations at work and with the start of a new school year for his daughter, Julie. And Bria busy working with a new client and rapidly approaching the end of a quarter. The last few months of the year were always chaotic for her, but quarterly reports seemed impossible sometimes and dealing with new clients was a nuisance. Thursday night around eight o’clock, Bria’s phone rings
I Think I’m Ready!
For the past Seventeen years I have been seeing the same therapist. I know, that makes me sound demented right. But in my defense, I have only gone to see her four or five times a year. My father recommended I start seeing a therapist after my mom passed. I am a certified daddy’s girl, but when my mom died, I was only seventeen and I took it pretty hard. Cathy, my mom, was diagnosed with breast cancer, a month later she got really sick, then a week later she was dead.