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felt in my life.
                  I really don’t understand how I could have got it so incredibly wrong. Did he not feel anything for me when we were together?
                  As if reading my thoughts for the second time today, Mia turns to me as she stops at another red light. “You’re going to be okay kiddo, you know that right?” she says earnestly.
                  Turning toward Mia, I smile affectionately. I really do need to stop moping, lamenting the loss of him, of us. I guess the ‘ Us’ I wanted us to be wasn’t the ‘ Us’ he wanted. So my heart is broken – it will mend.
    I hope.
                  After all nobody ever died of a broken heart.
    I don’t think. 
                  And it’s not like Aidan and I were dating for months or even years for that matter. It was less than six weeks really, and after all, I didn’t move to LA to be with a guy. I came here for a fresh start, a new direction in my life. And now I have it - a new job, new friends and Mia of course.
                  It is time to pull myself together, to take one day at a time and seize all that life has for me.
                  Smiling with sincere happiness for the second time today, I state, “You know what M? I think your right. I am going to be okay. More than okay. Thanks Mia. I really do love you.”
                  Searching my eyes for a moment as if evaluating the truth of my statement, Mia tentatively returns my smile. “I love you too Gabby.”
                  As Mia accelerates through the intersection on the green light my cell phone pings letting me know I have a new text message. Pulling the cell from my purse, I read the message.
                  “M, I’ll have to cancel on coffee with the girls before work. Jeremiah just messaged, apparently our eleven am meeting has just been moved up to nine am. He wants to meet early and go through some details before the meeting. Can you drop me off at the front of the building? He’s waiting for me there.”

    Chapter Two
     
                  “Oh thank all that is holy! You’re finally here Gabby! I am freaking O.U.T,” shrieks Jeremiah, waving his hands impatiently in the air as he approaches me.
    In one hand he grasps a coffee cup and in his other a cell phone, gesturing wildly.
                  “Jesus Jeremiah, watch where you throw your hands. You spill that coffee over me and you’ll know it,” I warn, eyeing his coffee cup warily, taking a step back from him.
                  “Oh this,” he looks at the coffee cup in his hand. “This is empty Sunshine,” he says discarding the paper cup in a nearby rubbish bin. “I had four of these already – double shot espresso – and let me tell you it is not working!”
                  Jeremiah begins pacing back and forth on the pavement outside the glassed sleek entrance to Stone Tower. His normally polished suave persona all but gone and in its place is a harassed maniac. It would be comical if not for the grim somber frown lines marring his features. His bright lavender tie is askew and his normally immaculate blonde hair is disheveled as if he has repeatedly raked his fingers through his glossy locks.
                  “Hey Jeremiah. Sweetie, what’s wrong?” I ask, reaching out and grabbing his hand, halting his anxious pacing.
                  On a deep inhale of breath, Jeremiah stills, looks into my face than exhales composing himself.
                  “Okkkkkay,” he draws out, inhaling and exhaling again slowly. “I’m all good now. A little Thursday morning melt down – nothing to worry about – all under control now. Sorry about that Sunshine,” he says apologetically.
                  “Yeah I’m getting that but why?”
                  “Why?” Jeremiah’s voice squeaks