#Chapter 101- Working Woman
Fiona
With each ring of the phone, the jumble of nerves in my stomach gets more and more tangled. I glance at Mr. Adair as he waits with me for the car I called, but what really ties my stomach up is that Isla isn’t answering the phone. I wanted her to be the first person I told about my divorce and—
“Hey, girl!”
“Isla! I’m officially free of Jack!” The words burst from my lips as soon as I hear her voice, and she then squeals.
Her loud excitement makes me smile and draws Mr. Adair’s attention. His brows raise at me but then his eyes move to something behind me. He nods and I realize it’s my car. With a wave and a mouthed ‘thank you’, I climb into the car and rattle off Isla’s address.
“We should definitely celebrate,” Isla comments as I buckle up. “There’s a new club downtown that opened a few months ago, or we could bar hop.”
“Or we could eat ice cream and watch movies,” I throw in. I’m not sure if clubbing or bar hopping is really my scene, but apparently, it’s what I

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