Cora
Sitting on a plane, waiting to taxi down the runway, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made the right decision. I hadn’t been surprised when Drake had let me go two days earlier—I couldn’t say I was upset, either. I loved my job, on the other hand, the man who owned the company left a lot to be desired. He’d taken far too great an interest in me since the day I’d started. Flattery had quickly turned to irritation when he scrutinized every move I made. And James was right, we didn’t need the money. Although, it still felt like failure.