"I know
I've been busy, but it's all been for this." He tapped the pile
of newspapers with his foot.
"My oh my, the papers are right, you are smart. Yes, it has all
been for that," she agreed, stamping her foot over the picture of
his face.
"But honey," he said, wrongfully interpreting her sarcasm, "I've
changed my mind. I sent a message to William before leaving New
York calling the whole thing off! I don't want Wallaby and ICP to
merge as we had originally planned. This way I - I mean, Wallaby
- will have more power because now we're going to grow at a
phenomenal rate, all because of yesterday's announcement." His
eyes were shining. "The plan is off!" he said, and gripped her
shoulders.
"And so are we!" she spat, shrugging from his touch.
"But Greta, wait. I mean, I know we've had our problems, but that
doesn't mean we should just throw away our lives together."
"Together?" she said, astonished. "What lives, Matthew? What
together?" She shook her head sadly at his photograph smiling up
at her from the newspaper. "There's your together."
"Greta? What is it? What have I done? What can I do? Is there
something you want?"
"No, Matthew, not from you." She touched her finger to her
horseshoe charm, slid it from side to side. "This time, I've
gotten what I want all by myself."
This seemed funny to him.
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