Romance: My Italian Prince, Undercover Love: Sweet Romantic Comedy by JASMIN JACOBS Page A
Authors: JASMIN JACOBS
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your contracted time. What are you supposed to do now? Ask the hospital to get back before scheduled?”
“I guess I have to.” Vanessa felt numb.
This was bad. She had realized when she left that she had violated her contract, which was supposed to reach until the end of the year. However, she never thought Alex would make a thing out of it and fire her. She didn’t even knew if she could get back to the hospital before New Year. They had her position filled in.
“Let me see,” Vanessa reached out for the papers. “Does it say anything about my salary?”
She scanned the papers, looking through the paragraphs.
“At least it doesn’t seem as if he cuts me off on my salary. It says here that I by leaving have ended my contract but I think I will still be paid for the period until I get back to the hospital in January.“
“But that’s great! Let’s go on paid holiday!” Vanessa shot Kat a mean look without saying a word.
“Ok, sorry, too soon.” Kat mumbled and fumbled with her glass.
“So what do you want to do? I guess cleaning is out of the picture?”
“Let’s get drunk! Vanessa took down her glass of wine in two gulps. “Let me see, I think I have a bottle of vodka somewhere. Yes! I found tequila!” She exclaimed victoriously a few minutes later after searching the apartment for alcohol. Let’s go party!” Vanessa poured shots of tequila in two milk glasses and handed one to Kat.
“Yeah, Green! That’s the spirit! Let’s get this party started!”
“Cheers to my new life without Alex,” Vanessa shouted and poured the tequila in her mouth, shook her head and grimaced when the strong liquor hit her tongue, “Eew, disgusting!”
“I know,” Kat giggled and filled up their glasses for another round.
Chapter 8
Of all worthless nights out she ever had, this had to be a minus six on a scale of ten. Vanessa stood in the rain on the corner of some street in a hip Manhattan neighborhood she’d never been to before. Music pounding faintly from the club below her feet. Kat had taken possession of the only nearby doorway and now had her tongue down the throat of the bearded hipster she’d chatted up earlier on at the bar. A few feet away two young women sheltered underneath a newspaper, arm-in-arm caterwauling “It’s raining Men” as if they were still on the karaoke stage. One of them extending an arm for Vanessa to join in. “It’s Raining Men” the girl squealed happily. Her long hair was all ratty in the rain but she didn’t seem to mind. Vanessa minded though.
“It isn’t bloody raining men! She called back morosely. “It’s just raining!”
Normally Vanessa loved karaoke too, but she wasn’t in a singing mood tonight. She felt sore inside, like she wanted to curl up away from everyone else. If only Alex hadn't sent her that letter with her contract, she would still have her hope to live on. That Alex would reach out for her, and they might get back together. She had truly believed it was just a matter of time. Now she just felt empty.
Rain splattered down her collar as she stood trying to hail a cab for forty minutes, shifting from one blistered foot to another. She’d had to hold her jacket over her head as a makeshift umbrella, but then she had slipped on the wet curb and dropped it in a huge pile of water. She’d just wanted to find a taxi, go home, kick off her stupid boots, and take a nice hot shower. However, there was no sign of a cab.
Vanessa would have to walk all ten blocks from the nightclub to get to Kat’s apartment.
A car splashed through a puddle near the sidewalk and she jumped back, but not before a shower of water had hit her in the face. From the doorway, she could hear Kat hotting things up, murmuring into the ear of the cute guy. Vanessa caught a few familiar words, and despite her sad mood, she had to press her lips together so she didn’t laugh. Month’s
“I guess I have to.” Vanessa felt numb.
This was bad. She had realized when she left that she had violated her contract, which was supposed to reach until the end of the year. However, she never thought Alex would make a thing out of it and fire her. She didn’t even knew if she could get back to the hospital before New Year. They had her position filled in.
“Let me see,” Vanessa reached out for the papers. “Does it say anything about my salary?”
She scanned the papers, looking through the paragraphs.
“At least it doesn’t seem as if he cuts me off on my salary. It says here that I by leaving have ended my contract but I think I will still be paid for the period until I get back to the hospital in January.“
“But that’s great! Let’s go on paid holiday!” Vanessa shot Kat a mean look without saying a word.
“Ok, sorry, too soon.” Kat mumbled and fumbled with her glass.
“So what do you want to do? I guess cleaning is out of the picture?”
“Let’s get drunk! Vanessa took down her glass of wine in two gulps. “Let me see, I think I have a bottle of vodka somewhere. Yes! I found tequila!” She exclaimed victoriously a few minutes later after searching the apartment for alcohol. Let’s go party!” Vanessa poured shots of tequila in two milk glasses and handed one to Kat.
“Yeah, Green! That’s the spirit! Let’s get this party started!”
“Cheers to my new life without Alex,” Vanessa shouted and poured the tequila in her mouth, shook her head and grimaced when the strong liquor hit her tongue, “Eew, disgusting!”
“I know,” Kat giggled and filled up their glasses for another round.
Chapter 8
Of all worthless nights out she ever had, this had to be a minus six on a scale of ten. Vanessa stood in the rain on the corner of some street in a hip Manhattan neighborhood she’d never been to before. Music pounding faintly from the club below her feet. Kat had taken possession of the only nearby doorway and now had her tongue down the throat of the bearded hipster she’d chatted up earlier on at the bar. A few feet away two young women sheltered underneath a newspaper, arm-in-arm caterwauling “It’s raining Men” as if they were still on the karaoke stage. One of them extending an arm for Vanessa to join in. “It’s Raining Men” the girl squealed happily. Her long hair was all ratty in the rain but she didn’t seem to mind. Vanessa minded though.
“It isn’t bloody raining men! She called back morosely. “It’s just raining!”
Normally Vanessa loved karaoke too, but she wasn’t in a singing mood tonight. She felt sore inside, like she wanted to curl up away from everyone else. If only Alex hadn't sent her that letter with her contract, she would still have her hope to live on. That Alex would reach out for her, and they might get back together. She had truly believed it was just a matter of time. Now she just felt empty.
Rain splattered down her collar as she stood trying to hail a cab for forty minutes, shifting from one blistered foot to another. She’d had to hold her jacket over her head as a makeshift umbrella, but then she had slipped on the wet curb and dropped it in a huge pile of water. She’d just wanted to find a taxi, go home, kick off her stupid boots, and take a nice hot shower. However, there was no sign of a cab.
Vanessa would have to walk all ten blocks from the nightclub to get to Kat’s apartment.
A car splashed through a puddle near the sidewalk and she jumped back, but not before a shower of water had hit her in the face. From the doorway, she could hear Kat hotting things up, murmuring into the ear of the cute guy. Vanessa caught a few familiar words, and despite her sad mood, she had to press her lips together so she didn’t laugh. Month’s
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