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disappointment.
    “It’s useless,” I grumbled, removing the last book and tossing it to the side. “It’s gone.”
    I felt defeated. I walked back to the sofa and sat with my head in my hands. There was a loud pounding at my door just then, bringing me to my feet. I rushed to the door and opened it up. It was Monica again, eyes shining, chest heaving, barely able to breathe.
    “Why didn’t you just open the door with my keys?”
    “Les... Les... oh my gosh, I forgot...I need... to catch... my breath.”
    I grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. “What is it?”
    She held up a ticket. I stood there, gawking at it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Finally, Monica squealed, “I found it!”
    We held on to each other and jumped up and down from the excitement. It was the ticket. It was my winning ticket ! I snatched it from her, loving the way it felt between my fingers. It made me feel lightheaded, like it wasn’t really happening.
    “But I searched that whole car? Where did you find it?”
    She held up a finger, still trying to catch her breath. I pulled her down on the sofa to patiently hear the story.
    “On the floor... passenger side,” she said as she caught her breath. “It was lying face down.”
    I beamed. “Do you know what this means!”
    I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. It all seemed so surreal.
    “I’m—I’m—” I closed my eyes, beaming at the unimaginable thought. “I’m a millionaire, Monica. I’m rich!”
    We got up off the couch again and jumped up and down again like crazy fools, hugging each other and screaming with excitement. I felt like a kid again. I could burst from the euphoria.
    “Yes, and you owe me dinner! And don’t think you’re fucking changing the subject on the way to work. You’re gonna tell me everything about you and Drew.”

Chapter Four
    Drew
    I arrived at the studio at four in the morning. It was four o’clock on the nose because I hate being late. I was the first one there, and brimming with anxiety. I had to look for her ticket. I felt responsible, somehow, and wanted to do what I could to make sure that ticket was found, and safely in Leslie’s possession.
    She really deserved happiness, and I wanted to be the one to find it, if at all possible. I headed to my dressing room to put down my things, and went to see if she was around yet. Something told me she’d be here early to check. She wasn’t at her cubicle, and as I stood at its entry, a thought crossed his mind. It seemed wrong, but I had the urge to start the hunt without her. I looked around the empty building and shrugged. I scanned her desk to see if it was laid out in the open, and checked her walls to see if she might have posted it up with a thumb tack. I finally stopped on a picture.
    It was a photo of a dark-haired man, dressed in army fatigues, leaning against a Hummer. I stared at the picture. I had never heard any talk of Leslie having a boyfriend. And I never asked, so I guessed it was possible. It wasn’t like we had talked about it. It seemed like I was always stuttering and falling over my words when she was around. I couldn’t believe we had only known each other for a week.
    “Sure seems longer than a week,” I mumbled, still focusing on the picture. I could see how someone would find him somewhat attractive, but I couldn’t help feeling a hint of jealousy.
    “What are you doing?”
    I jumped when I heard the voice behind me. I turned slowly. It was Monica.
    “Oh, hi. Nothing. I just stopped because—I had a cramp in my leg.”
    I could kick myself for such a lame excuse. By the look on Monica’s face, she thought it was lame too. She looked me up and down with a wry smile, like she knew more than she was letting on.
    “Well, hope it feels better.”
    “Thanks. So, have you seen Leslie?”
    “Yes, she’s just putting some bottled water in the fridge,” she answered, walking over to the cubicle next to Leslie’s.
    “Tell her I’ll come and talk to her later,” I