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Looks like I’m here for the long haul.
I take out my phone and send a quick text to Ross.
Ollie:Schedule full. Waiting in the reception area to see if there’s an opening. JP saw me, recognized me, and made me repeat my name. I think he knows I’m the one who wrote the article. Do you think this is a lost cause?
Ross:I was afraid of that. They’re very passionate about The Jock Report, and your article goes against everything they believe in.
Ollie:I get it. Do you think I should leave?
Ross:What do you think?
Ollie:I could admit defeat. Or I could hang in here and hope he gives me a chance.
Ross:I’m guessing you’re going to wait.
Ollie:I don’t think leaving is an option.
* * *
Ollie:Two hours and counting and nothing. Not even a peep.
Ross:What have you been doing?
Ollie:Writing in my notepad about how much I miss Silas.
Ross:That has got to be the saddest two hours ever.
Ollie:I cried at one point and realized I needed to stop.
Ross:The receptionist is going to judge you.
Ollie:Trust me, I think she already has.
* * *
Ollie:Just saw JP leave for lunch with his wife. I almost cried just from the sight of them holding hands. I miss Silas.
Ross:Pull it together, woman.
Ollie:I know. It was a weak moment.
* * *
Ollie:I want to stand and stretch so bad. I’ve been sitting in this chair for six hours. I need mobility.
Ross:Don’t stretch. Don’t do anything to draw attention to yourself.
Ollie:So don’t perform jumping jacks?
Ross:Jesus, no.
Ollie:This is torture.
Ross:Hang in there.
* * *
Ollie:Everyone is leaving the office. It’s past five. What do I do?
