Chasing the Dream: Dream Series, Book 3 by Isabelle Peterson Read Free Book Online Page A

Unfortunately, I made one small error getting on the subway. I got on an ‘uptown train’ instead of a ‘downtown train.’ To get to work, Jenny showed me, I would simply get on at the Six train at Seventy-seventh Street to head down to Fifty-first street station and walk over two blocks. The conductor said something on the speakers, which was nearly laughable because seriously, no one could make out what he was muttering. When we stopped at the next station, I saw the intricate tile work on the wall clearly displaying that we were now at the Eighty-sixth street station. Shit! The numbers had gone up, so I was on an uptown. So, I got off and had to wait for a downtown bound train. Lesson learned. The downtown bound train was far more crowded. Good clue. Made sense that more people worked downtown from the ‘Seventies’ than worked uptown.
    When all was said and done, I actually made it to work with time to stop at a coffee shop. I picked up a large coffee and a breakfast sandwich that I hoped would stay down. Never eat from a food cart again! I reminded myself.
    Valerie and I worked through the morning with ease. I focused on my duties and was proud that I only had to ask a couple questions here or there for the forms and filings that were my responsibility. Valerie was very helpful and sincere in her assistance, even though I felt like she didn’t really need me around. We had a nice but quick lunch hour, and it was back to the grind.
    The rest of the week went along in much the same way. The ‘office’ was like clockwork. Being in the Public Relations department, things were always hopping, but became almost a mundane rhythm. I imagined that the production department, especially for the news, was more exciting, and I made a mental note to try and go check out that department one day. But I did enjoy the energy and pace of the PR department, so it wasn’t all-bad.
    At night, I would re-visit some of my worksheets and notes that I’d collected from sitting in on those seminars and classes with Danny. If I couldn’t find the answer I was looking for, I’d research it online. I did get a little sad when friends from high school would call, now home for summer break, asking me to join them at whatever party they were going to. When I explained my recent turn of events, they were thrilled for me, trying to make plans to fly over and visit with me. I missed my regular group of friends from home, but thought I was doing pretty well for myself in New York after only a week. I had Jenny and Kevin, and there were a couple of other people in the PR department I had gotten to know a bit over the past couple of days. And I would be starting NYU in just eight weeks, and I’d meet more people then.
    I spoke to my mom every day like she’d asked me to do. When I’d called on Wednesday, it was eleven at night, which would have been eight at night for her, thinking she and dad would just be finishing up dinner, and I could talk to the both of them. Apparently, I caught her and dad out at some symphony thing. I found that odd because my dad wasn’t much of a music enthusiast, especially classical music. I asked Mom for Mr. Stevens’ email or phone number so I could get in touch with him and thank him for his assistance with the internship, and maybe dig around a little to find out if I had gotten the position from that connection or on my own. Mom said she’d message me his contact info, but I was still waiting. She said she’d pass along my concerns to him, but I shouldn’t worry. I wasn’t sure why, but I got the distinct feeling that my mom was being very secretive.
    Jenny and I met a couple times for dinner and I really liked her. We got along famously and I really enjoyed spending time with her. She had a wicked sense of humor and we easily matched wits.
    I was surprised to learn that Jenny was actually betrothed to be married at the end of the summer. I couldn’t imagine such a situation. Her parents had arranged