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and out of the building.
    “ Oh
God no! Please God no, no no!” She cried.
    For
a brief second she thought she should follow him out onto the street
and continue to beg him to let her explain, but shame and the
futility of it all prevented her from doing so. Hadn't she caused
enough problems for him already? She thought.
    Jacey
looked down at her flashing phone. As if on autopilot, she hit
“answer.”
    “ Don't
you ever hang up on me when I'm balling you out!” Mac's voice
yelled out. “Did you get the damn story or not?”
    “ I
couldn't talk Mac, my phone died. I tried to find an outlet to
recharge it, and then I couldn't leave, and had to stay here late.”
She tried to explain.
    “ It's
12 a.m. Jacey, you're still there?”
    “ Yes,
I'm just leaving.” She said.
    “ And
now your phone is suddenly working? But it wasn't working all
evening?” He asked in disbelief.
    She
knew she could never pull the wool over his eyes, and she knew better
than to even try. “I'm on my way to the office,” she
said. “Please just hang tight. I'll explain everything when I
get there.”
    Jacey
left the building feeling exactly as she had entered it, heartbroken
and exhausted. How was she ever going to explain all this to Mac? How
could she explain that Alex was the kind of man she had always
dreamed of, that he was smart, kindhearted, sincere, successful, and
straight! He was interested in her too! And she blew it! All for a
stupid story!
    Jacey
cried during the entire cab ride to the office.
    “ What
the hell happened to you?” Mac asked. “You're a
trainwreck!”
    She
just stared at him, knowing she was a disheveled, pathetic mess!
    “ Oh
dear God, Jacey, what is it?” He said softening.
    “ I...I...don't
know. I mean -- I ruined everything!”
    “ What?
Did you find the guy?”
    “ Yes,
I found him.”
    “ Did
you talk to him?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ You're
a tough cookie, what the hell did he do to you?”
    “ Nothing.
That's not it.”
    “ What
is it then Jacey?” He asked.
    “ I'm
sorry, I can't talk about it.”
    “ You're
a reporter Jacey, and I'm your boss, you don't have the luxury of not
talking about it!”
    “ I'm
sorry Mac, I can't do the story,” she blurted.
    “ Now
you've got to tell me everything!” He demanded.
    Jacey
collapsed onto the chair behind her, and through tears and
exhaustion, she proceeded to tell him everything.
    “ I
feel so sick, Mac,” she said, feeling faint.
    “ Go
home, go to bed, rest up over the weekend, and you'll be good as new
Monday morning,” he advised.
    “ I'm
so sorry, Mac,” she said, as she grabbed her bag to leave.
    When
Jacey got home, she opened the door and collapsed on the couch in
tears once again. The couch of tears, she thought. Does heartache
never

stop?
Will anything ever work out for me? She wondered.
    Normally
when she went through a break up, she bounced back quickly. Breakup?
They only just met -- and here she is trying to make this a
relationship! This must be all the backlash from her real breakup,
the rawness of it all has left her crazed! Why didn't she just tell
him who she was up front? If only she had been open and honest, none
of this would have happened!
    I
need to make this right, she thought. I need to make this right
    ...I
will make this...Jacey fell into a deep, helpless sleep.
    *
* * *
    The
early morning light peered through the curtains and fell across
Jacey's blotched and puffy face. She pulled the covers over her head
to deny the sun's cheerful nudging. She felt anything but cheerful,
as she remembered the events from the previous evening.
    “ Oh
my God!” She hid her face in her hands. “I must make this
right...,” she said, continuing her late night mantra. I must
at least explain and apologize. I was wrong and I need to humble
myself. That's the least I can do, she decided. Thank goodness it was
a Saturday, so there was a chance he'd be home today. Jacey went to
her computer and looked up his name. There were only 3