Page 57 of Broken Headboards
“Anywhere! How great would this look in the lounge? Why go to bed when the bed can come right to you?” He explains with a confident smile.
“Oh…ok,” Taylor says. “Thanks, Wally. That’ll be all.”
They all walk away in silence, some with eyes bulging out of their heads.
I am going to miss this guy and he’s endless supply of entertainment. I do have to give it to him though for being so confident in his decisions. But Jesus Christ, this man should’ve stopped before he began.
“Again, thank you all for coming today. This is the second to the last round, and as I’ve said, we are very pleased with all the work everyone has put forth in the competition so far,” Taylor declares, but I know he’s lying. He is the best damn banker in all of New York, so he’s had to perfect these skills.
He continues. “But there are only two winners today. The rest who do not receive points will be dismissed from the competition.”
“Today, we are awarding Austin Randall of Oakmont Furniture ten points for his quality sofa. And, Tess Armstrong ofDominaDesigns with five points for her versatile option. Thank you again for your participation contestants. And good luck to our two finalists!” The VP announces, cutting Taylor off.
I let out an audible breath I didn’t know I was holding in.
Fuck.
I fucking did it.
The 30 points are mine.
“Good job, sir,” Miranda says before she directs my team to clean up.
I won.
Just like I knew I would. And, it feels fucking great.
Kind of.
In the corner of my eye, I see Tess hug one of her assistants and they start to gather up their belongings. And, there’s that damn guilt again.
But she did get five points too. So now we’re tied.
It’s 30 to 30, and it’s still anyone’s game.
