Chapter 142: Boyfriend MIA

By the time Monday morning rolls around and Vincent is still MIA, I force myself to get out of bed, eat half a bagel for breakfast, dress as if nothing is wrong, and hit my desk on the marketing floor promptly at 8 a.m. I may have been a crappy personal assistant to Vincent, but I made a promise to myself to be the best kick-ass marketing assistant. Regardless of the problems happening upstairs in the penthouse, I refuse to let my actions and a missing Vincent keep me from being an outstanding employee here.

It's time to rally. I've spent way too much of my life as a passenger in my own car. If I want an outstanding life, I have to make it happen for myself. The last few months with Vincent have left me a mess. I always feel off balance and overwhelmed, but that ends now. It's time to take charge. I'm not a meek person who can't take charge. I'm Mackenzie fucking Marshal and I've got this. Mostly.