Kiera woke up the next day in her small flat and went on to shower and eat on auto-pilot. All that happened the day before has worn her out. All she wanted to do was go back to bed, get under the covers and go to sleep.
She couldn't even believe that it wasn't all a dream until she found an email this morning with two exclusive contract drafts. She never had this many good things happen to her at the same time. It was damn overwhelming.
She might have been in the industry for years before all this craziness happened but she had never needed a lawyer as much as she did now. She had half-assed most of the contracts she had signed which might have caused the wreck that was her career.
But this time she wanted to do it right. She already had this chance to get a redo and she will grab it with both hands and hang on for dear life. She will succeed.
But now she needed a lawyer.
She looked at her phone and knew what she had to do but calling this person would open a can of worms she had ran away and hidden from even in her previous life.
Though she did wonder if they found out she had died and what happened after.
She took a deep breath and sent a text message because she was a coward and she would rather reserve all her strength to actually seeing her face to face.
"Hello Thea, do you have time today? I need a lawyer."
Rereading that message made her cringe. She was tempted to send another one, maybe explain, maybe something not so cryptic?
Before she could even compose another message, a reply arrived. "D'Angelo, 1pm. Do not be late."
She couldn't even see her but she could imagine the frown that will be pointed in her direction. She honestly didn't expect she would be available on such short notice and a part of her wished she would be busy so she could gather more courage and strength.
She chewed her lip, 'What are you supposed to do when you suddenly need help from the people you've been running away from? Should I grovel first? Explain? How much groveling is too much?'
Whatever would happen she resolved to at least apologize and accept the anger that she was sure will pointed her way. Hopefully they'd forgive her? Give her the chance to explain?
She felt like she was on the way to a guillotine, and maybe that would have been preferrable than whatever torture this woman can bear on her.
And speaking of groveling, she has several other people she needed to call and ask forgiveness from. Mend the bridges she has personally burned and razed to the ground.
She buried her head in her pillow and let out a stressed scream. God, she hated it when her stupid decisions come back to bite her.
'Couldn't whatever deity or cosmic presence put me back in time, have turned back time a bit more? Maybe before I made those stupid decisions?'