32. One More Day
I’ve already won. I’m sure.
Woke feeling ready.
Lay there a while. Planning my new life. Interview tomorrow. Not nervous. Sharp. Composed.
Made toast. Buttered both sides.
Thought about booking a hotel again for tonight. Avoid the dog. But it’s kept mostly quiet since I stared it down in the corridor. Don’t need it. Not this time. The prep’s solid. I’ve already won.
Been doing more running. Eating less junk. Feel better. Am sure I do. Things are not winding me up as much. Staying calm. Shining.
There’s no way Hugh knows what happened. No one does. Wrote it on my phone five times to make it real.
Boss was in a foul mood with me. Good. If he weren’t such a prick, maybe I wouldn’t have this interview.
I’ll thank him. Straight-faced. Shake his hand. Look him in the eye. Tell him he made me see what I needed to see. But kindly fuck off and shut your mouth.
No need. Not today. “Yes, Sir. Right away.”
Let him enjoy his power while he still has it.
One more day. I’m gone.