Page 39 of Chance of Romance
She sat at the desk in her hotel room, methodically going through every single cancellation with growing despair. They were not budging.
She dropped her head in her hands. All of the publicity had completely backfired. Instead of drumming up business and taking her career to the next level, it destroyed it. Bile rose in her throat and she rushed to the bathroom. She dry heaved into the sink, but nothing came out. She ran the cold water and splashed it on her face.
She stared at herself in the mirror. This was not the time to fall apart. This was the time to fight.
She went back to the desk, grabbed her phone, and called Claire, who brought her lawyer in on the call. The lawyer assured Sabrina he’d look into any wrongdoing and told her not to contact Tara until they knew what was what. Sabrina thanked him and hung up. And then she reached her limit, bursting into tears. Everything sucked, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
Eventually, she curled up in bed, watching mindless TV, done with reality.
The next morning, Friday, Sabrina was still on the jagged edge of her nerves. She was supposed to be enjoying a well-deserved relaxing weekend in San Diego, but she couldn’t seem to work up even an ounce of enthusiasm for it. She felt helpless, unable to fix her client problem, unable to confront Tara, in waiting mode. She hated waiting. And Olivia, Logan’s stupid jealous girlfriend, had never called her back either. Everywhere she looked was a complete fuckup.
She told herself it would all wait until Monday. She should just enjoy herself this weekend. She paced her hotel room. Maybe she’d skip the first-class ticket waiting for her on Sunday and buy a cheap flight home for today. Relaxation was not in her future. No, that was giving up. She’d regret not taking advantage of this rare opportunity to see the sights. She should take what little happiness she could.
She packed up her Jeep and got on the Pacific Coast Highway, telling herself she’d feel better once she arrived at her destination. A short while later, more and more agitated, she took the exit and made her way back on the highway in the opposite direction. There was only one problem she could tackle right away.San Francisco, here I come!
It was time to fix what she’d screwed up for Logan.
It was time for a little chat with Olivia.
