Pink Slip (The Spies Who Loved Her Book 1) by Katrina Jackson

Author:Katrina Jackson [Jackson, Katrina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

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“Am I having a psychotic break?” Kierra typed into the search engine on her phone. She was currently crouched down, hiding in a window seat, behind a heavy and musty old curtain in the library of the old – and very drafty, she was going to make sure to mention on the retreat’s comment card – house in the small Irish town of Enniskerry. The highlights of the little bit of the countryside that she’d seen seemed to be pigs, wild chickens, a rooster that couldn’t discern between daybreak and two o’clock in the afternoon, and dial up internet.

She’d been at the writing retreat for two days and had become certain of a few things.

First, she was right, four minutes into the thirty-minute drive from the airport, Kenny’s voice had coaxed a splitting migraine into bloom just behind her right temple. She’d hoped that it might disappear once they arrived at the retreat, but as social director, he was literally everywhere and he was literally always talking.

Second, between her migraine, very little sleep – on account of the wind gusting through every crack in her room – and the hunger, she hadn’t written one word at this very expensive retreat and she wouldn’t if things didn’t change.

And thirdly, about the hunger: Irish food was terrible. Or at least their Irish chef was terrible. But Kierra couldn’t be bothered to split hairs when she could feel her stomach eating itself.

The little dotted circle at the top of her phone’s screen turned and turned for a solid five minutes before the results page finally loaded with a number of interesting lists and online quizzes to her query. She couldn’t click on anything, since it would probably take at least another five minutes to load, but from what she gleaned from the page previews, all of the websites seemed to be suggesting that… maybe she was having a nervous breakdown. But also maybe she wasn’t. She chewed her lip and tried to quell the rising panic that she’d wasted a sizeable chunk of her unemployment nest egg to not eat or sleep or write in a farm town in rural Ireland. She literally could have stayed at home feeling sorry for herself and accomplished the same thing.

She started typing a very angry, but carefully worded, email to her mentor asking if this was really the retreat that had changed her life, when she heard it. She clutched her phone to her chest and held her breath.

It was Kenny. She knew it was. It was always Kenny.

He seemed to follow her around the grounds as if she were the only guest at the retreat. Every time she turned around, there he was “checking in.” How was she supposed to write if he hovered? Another thing she would be complaining about at the end of the retreat in just five more days. Five drafty days without a meal worth swallowing.

The steps were slow and measured as whoever it was walked into the room. Kierra held her breath and prayed that they would move on.

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