I barely remember him. He was on my team, he wasn't too bright, and Karina, my boss, didn't like him. He had a bad habit of taking credit for other people's work. Especially the work of the women on his team.
But there is a vast difference between being a somewhat slimy coworker and getting me fired.
I tell myself to let it go, but I can't. Ten years ago, getting fired was the most awful thing that ever happened to me. It made me believe the worst of Damien, and it killed the prospect of a relationship between the three of us. Even now, I find myself hesitating to trust them completely. Yes, I let them tie me up, but I can’t put my future in their hands.
Something is holding me back. Maybe it’s this? Maybe George Turner is at the root of it all?
I have to talk to him. I have to find out what really happened.
But how? I turn to my computer and search for him. It doesn’t take me long to find his profile on a professional networking site. He's currently looking for a job. The site lists his phone number and his email address.
I could get in contact with him. He has his address listed, and the town he lives in is eighty-five miles away. I could be there in an hour and a half.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I make myself dial his number.