"Hello?"
"Will, it's Jules." I clear my throat and change lanes, heading toward my house.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I need to come stay with you for a while."
Silence.
"What's going on?" Will's usual happy, flippant voice has lowered, and I know he's ready to kick ass for me.
"I just got fired, and lost my boyfriend in the process. I need to get away and get my head on straight. Can I crash with you?"
"I'll put clean sheets in the spare room. Are you okay to drive?"
"Yeah, I think I'm still in shock. I'll fall apart when I get to your place."
"I'll get the Kleenex ready too. Love you, kiddo."
"Love you too."
I hang up and call Natalie. I need to get the phone calls out of the way now, before the tears start. Because once they start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop them.
"Jules?" Nat answers. "Why aren't you at work?"
"I got fired."
"Fuck, someone found out."
"Yep." I pull into my driveway, cut the engine, and stride quickly into the house and up to my bedroom.
"You sound calm."
"I'm pissed as fuck, mostly at Nate. He didn't get fired, and when I was in front of him and the other members of the firing squad, he didn't exactly defend me."
I hear Olivia fussing in the background. "Do you need me to come over?" Nat asks.
"No, I'm packing. I need to get away for a little while."
"Come here," Natalie offers, but I know that's not an option either.
"Thanks, but I'm going to Will's. I really want to go off the grid for a while and figure out what I'm going to do next."
"Okay, but if you need anything, you know where to find me."
"Thanks, Nat." I feel tears starting, but I swallow them down and focus on throwing clothes into my biggest suitcase. I'm taking just about everything because I don't know how long I'll be gone.
I'm tossing toiletries into a smaller suitcase when I hear my front door open and slam shut and heavy footsteps running up my stairs, two at a time. Suddenly Nate is in my doorway, panting, his hair down, in just his white button down shirt and slacks. He eyes my open suitcases and then pins me with his narrowed gray eyes.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
"None of your business." I turn to go back into the bathroom, but he lunges for me and grabs my elbows.
"Let's talk about this, Julianne."
I pull out of his grasp and wrap my arms around my middle, so livid, so hurt, so confused.
"Don't touch me. There is nothing to talk about, Nate. You threw me under the bus."
He steps toward me again, but I back away and he plants his hands on his lean hips. "That's not what happened."
"You sat in that room and let them fire me without saying one word in my defense."