CHAPTER SEVEN - PART 1

Mary Parker

Irritated, regretful and repulsive was how I felt, as I looked through one of the glass walls of my living room at the movement of cars and people in Times Square on Wednesday.

The clock was 4:00 pm and if it were possible I would be home, but I have an appointment at the company and I don't want any more reasons for people to say that I don't fulfill with my responsibilities, especially Philip Taylor, my new asshole partner.

I felt this way because I had broken one of my main rules: not get involved and not get involved and not to make out a man more than once. I did not want to do this and I could not do this. I didn't accept that. I heard the phone ring a few times while I was lost in thought, but I didn't answer.

I began to tighten and claw myself, in order to discount everything I felt, my nails were long and sharp, they would surely help me. In fact, they always helped me.

" Mary Parker, what are you doing?" - Giovanna asked, walking into my living room

"I’ve always