"As you may have heard," Sylvia said, "Byron recently had a bad breakup. It really took him by surprise. I don't know for sure, but I have the feeling Nova was the woman he wanted to marry. Byron has always been a little bit depressive, but this was... really bad. He pretends like nothing is wrong, but I know..." There was a tearful note in the woman's voice, and Emily felt a rush of sympathy. "I know he's still not over it. He's so distressed.""I'm so sorry," Emily said. She thought back to Byron's sad looks. Was that because of Nova Summers? "It must be hard for you, not being able to help.""That's the thing," Sylvia said, "Maybe I can help. This might sound a little odd, but hear me out.""Okay..." "How would you like to date my son?""I would like to, but..." Emily sensed there was something more."I just need to be sure he's with someone who is not going to break his heart. You have to promise that you'll never break up with him. I can pay you. Ten thousand a month.""No
Emily got home around 11 to find her roommate Delsie was still up watching her favorite show, Tales of the Elf Kingdom. Emily flopped down on the couch next to her."Hey, looking good," Delsie said. This was refreshing, an actual compliment coming from Delsie. "You too!" Emily replied, admiring her roommate's sparkling eye shadow, "Did you go out somewhere?""Yeah," Delsie said, looking a bit sheepish. "I went on a date.""Nice!""It's still too early to tell," Delsie said coyly, "but I think we might have a connection."Emily felt fairly comfortable around her roommate again after what seemed like a period of underhanded cattiness. Maybe Delsie just needed to get back out into the dating game. As they watched the show, which focused on a love triangle between an elf princess and two of her admirers, Delsie commented, "I wish she would just pick one.""But it's part of the fun," Emily said, "not knowing who she's going to choose.""Don't you feel bad for those guys, though?"
Just like the romantic part of the plan turned out to be more complicated than expected, so did the career part.Later that day, Emily tried to look for more jobs. She had searched through hundreds of listings and applied to several jobs in the last week, but she had still not received any requests for interviews. Maybe she had underestimated the competition. This was a big city with many bright young designers who either had to be exceptional or know the right people to get a job.Emily was writing yet another cover letter when her phone rang. She hoped it was a potential employer but didn't feel too disappointed when she saw it was Byron Pomeroy. Her lips curved into a playful smile as she answered the phone. Byron's voice was seductively low and smooth. "Did you have a good sleep?" he asked.It was not going to be easy to be friends with him when he talked like that. "How could I not with a cute Great Dane wishing me 'good night'?" she said."If you want to meet him in per
Emily spotted her 'friend date' at once when the limo pulled into the parking lot. Byron stood out from the crowd of weekend joggers and families with his tall, imposing figure. The giant dog he was holding on a leash also added a majestic touch to his appearance.Just as she climbed out of the limo, a drizzle began to spray, darkening the concrete and covering the grass with gleaming drops. "Why is it always raining when we meet?" she said to Byron.He hardly seemed to notice the weather as he stood there consuming her with his eyes. It was like he had never seen her before. Finally, he realized he was staring, and he reduced the intense wattage of his gaze."It always rains in this city," he said, "but if you're tired of the rain, we could sail down to San Diego.""Ha ha, that's okay," she replied. He was certainly good at tempting her with fine offers. "I'm fine with a walk in the park. And who is this fine gentleman?"Emily offered her hand for the dog to sniff."This is my
They walked back to the car, a tired Rupert following behind on the leash."I know it's not easy for us to just be friends," Emily said, seeing that Byron looked a bit disappointed, "but trust me, it's for the best.""I don't understand," Byron said, turning towards her as he stopped walking, "We have so much going for us. How can you deny it?""You're not ready for a relationship, Byron.""What makes you say that?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.Emily was not sure if she should be honest with him about her reasons, but she didn't want him to know how much she knew about his depression. If she revealed that, she would have to reaveal that she had spoken to his mother, and it was best to let that sleeping dog lie."Can you just trust me on this?" she asked, "I can't explain it right now, but I know we should be friends." "I see," Byron said, envelping her in a one-armed hug, "you're sad and lonely and need a friend."She laughed, pushing him away, "No, you're sad and lon
Emily didn't expect Delsie to go without a fight. After all, they both shared the leasing agreement to the apartment, and Delsie could argue that she had as much of a right to stay there as Emily did.They didn't talk to each other anymore, each staying in their room when they were at home.Strangely, a few days after their argument, Delsie started packing her stuff and announced that she was leaving at the end of the month.Although she still had no idea how she would afford the rent all by herself, Emily felt relieved. It was too much pressure, living with someone who couldn't stand her and gossiped behind her back.After their last day of work together, Pam came over to help Emily launch her new website. Since she was out of work and no other companies wanted to hire her, Emily decided to plan her own brand of hair ornaments and start by selling them online. "So Delsie's moving out?" Pam asked as they entered the apartment.There were half-packed bags and suitcases everywhere
Doing well in her career used to mean having her own office and working for a big company, but Emily was embracing a new kind of idea. She put up ads online and in her neighborhood, and soon she was teaching painting to several students. It felt liberating to be in charge of her own schedule and be her own boss.She was still not making quite enough money to afford the whole apartment, but she had more faith now that she would figure something out.Emily knew she should not be walking home alone after dark, but one of her classes took longer than usual. Once she left the student's house, she considered calling a cab but then decided she couldn't afford it. Josh had not shown his face all this time. Maybe he was finally happy with Delsie. Emily could not help looking around suspiciously out of habit. The streets were busy with cars, cyclists, and pedestrians, so even if the stalker was around, she felt fairly safe. As she crossed a busy intersection, Emily had the feeling she was
She stalked outside into the chilly night air, and Byron called out for her to wait. He got delayed while untying Rupert's leash, and Emily made quite good distance down the emptying street, but soon Byron caught up to her again, driving slowly behind her in a sleek BMW. Rupert sat majestically in the passenger seat while Byron drove slowly with his windows rolled down. Other drivers were honking their horns at him to go faster, but he ignored them."Emily, I'm sorry," he said, trying to catch her eye through the passenger window, "I won't do it anymore. Just let me drive you home, and then I'll go.""You're making a scene," she said, "just go away.""No," he shouted, "It was your own best friend who told you never to walk alone at night, and you're breaking the pact."Damn, why did he have to be so caring? He really took it over the top, but Emily found it hard to be angry with him after the main explosion of rage subsided and she recognized that he did it all to help her.She