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close to giving it all away in a garage sell.” Okay, so the last part was a
lie. Like he was ever going to know?
    He contemplated his decision for a
moment or so and said, “Sure, why not? I don’t see any harm in it.”
    “Trust me, you don’t have to worry about
me trying to make any moves on you; I don’t want your cheating ass.”
     
     
     
    Chapter Three:
    Priceless
     
    She should have known she was going to
end up working on Saturday, even though at first she was against it. But it
wasn’t like she had a date or any kind of plans. Besides, she had a million
other more important things to worry about than crying for the umpteenth time
about how many guys in the past decided to dump her and use the poor excuse
that she was “too ambitious” and when she wasn’t working, she was too busy thinking about work.
    Sitting behind her desk, she hated the
mere fact that she was working on a weekend when she could be on a date with
her future husband or hanging with her girlfriends. She didn’t know why she let
small things like that get to her. Maybe it was the realization that her mother
was right when she told Sabrina that she was going to end up alone with a house
full of cats.
    Sabrina was starting to feel like her
dream of finding a decent man was slowly but surely being demolished by her
workload and fact that she was so close-minded to new ideas and trying new
things. But how in the world was she going to find a single man in Florida who
wasn’t gay, married, locked up in prison, unemployed or stuck paying child
support from his baby mother(s)? The closest she came to that was Carl and that
dream was all kinds of fucked-up.
    Dating was so much easier in high school
when boys were all hyped up on testosterone and was only interested in sex,
being popular and playing video games. Then when she got in college the guys
she dated at Columbia were too rigid for her tasting but the pickings were slim
and all the same. Until she met Carl—a smooth-talker from the South who knew
what to say and knew how to get things done. From the first moment she laid
eyes on him, she was sprung. And from the first time she let him in, she knew
she was never going back to the status quo.
    Sitting at her desk, she found herself
bawling tears of anguish, hate, and envy all at once because she failed to do
her job, which was to take care of her man when he was hers. And as a result,
he ran off to be with another woman who could make him happy and do the job
better than she could. God, she felt like a total loser for even thinking about
his sorry ass.
    “Rina, are you okay?”
    She looked up to see her half-sister Camille
standing in front of her desk with this weird look on her face. Like Sabrina,
she was tall, stunning with minimal makeup, and sophisticated (when she wasn’t
being a bitch) and that’s where the comparisons ended. Camille proudly flaunted
her flat-chest instead of her brain and was no stranger to begging to be in the
spotlight. Sabrina was proudly thick in the hips and inherited a hook nose from
her biological father, whom she hadn’t seen since the day she was born.
    Sabrina attempted to wipe the tears from
her face and said, “Yeah, I’m fine. What are you doing here?”
    “I was on my way to get something to eat
when I heard boo-hooing in the hallway. What’s wrong? Did Carl move up the
wedding date?”
    “No. Fuck him. I’m so sick of hearing
his name. I swear to God if I hear his name one more time I’m going to lose my
damn mind.”
    “It sounds like you already did.” She
took a dramatic deep breath and asked, “When was the last time you took a day
off?”
    More tears began to build up as Sabrina
sobbed, “Honestly, I can’t even remember.”
    Camille chucked as she glanced over
Sabrina’s wrecked emotional state. “Look, just go ahead and take the rest of
the day off. You’re being unprofessional right now.”
     Sabrina fought the urge to come up with
a retort. “I know. But I have a lot