“You aren’t in jail; this is your life.” Bo pulls his keys from his pocket. “I don’t work for them, Nora girl. I work for you. If you’re not happy; I’m not happy.”
“It’s not very adult of me to skip out on Becky. Some would say I’m being childish by running away.”
“What do you think?”
“I think I’m tired of no one listening to me. As far as I’m concerned, Becky and I can talk when I say we can, not after a show when I’m worn out.”
“And?”
“And I’m tired of feeling like a puppet. I want creative freedom. I want a life.”
“Then take it. Take back your life.”
“You’re right.”
Bo nods once. “I usually am.”
I march down the hall with purpose and barge into the green room. As soon as Becky looks up, my confidence starts to wane. Then I feel a nudge in my back. I glance at Bo, and he lifts a brow, giving an encouraging nod.
Shoulders squared, I step into the room. “We’re not talking tonight.”
“Yes, we are.” Becky kicks out a chair and motions for me to sit.
“Somewhere along the way you forgot that you work for me.”
Who am I, and where did I come from? This isn’t me. I don’t take control, and I sure as heck don’t get an attitude with anyone on my team. But it feels good and long overdue.
“I’ve had a long day. I’m tired and hungry, and I don’t want to talk right now.”
Becky’s face turns beet red. “Nora—”
“Goodnight, Becky. I’ll call you tomorrow, and we’ll schedule a time to sit down.”
“Good job,” Bo whispers. “Now let’s get you out of here.”
I turn and walk out of the room, ignoring Becky as she calls after me, and when Bo and I step off the elevator into the private parking area, I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Damn, that felt good.”
Bo smiles and holds open the back door of his black SUV. I slide in.
“Thank you for helping me.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” Bo says, climbing into the front seat. “I knew this day was coming.”
“You did?”
He nods. “You’re not a kid anymore.”
“Some
people don’t want me to grow up.”
“It doesn’t matter what other people want. What matters is what you want. The only person who can take care of Nora, is Nora.”
“I’ll remember that.”
A rare smile stretches across Bo’s face. “Am I taking you to Todd’s house?”