“God dammit, Scarlett, you know you’re my right-hand man! You love New York, you love the publishing house! A raise? Will a raise change your mind? More vacation time to spend with your little spinster enclave in the countryside? You said when I retired you would be right behind me! You can’t abandon me now, we have so much in the works!” Don threw his cigarette to the sidewalk and spun the ball of his foot on it. Scarlett had expected his reaction, but not quite this intensity. She waited. Silence. Brooding. Stomping.
“I’ll give you a 50% raise to stay another year.” “Fine.”
It hadn’t gone as she’d expected and she dreaded telling Velma about the delay in her moving plans. She and Don had parted at the restaurant. Before she knew it, Scarlett had turned into one of her favorite New York Boutiques. Back at her publishing house office, she tried on her new hat in the mirror and felt decidedly cheered. A year would give her time to save, plan, and find a small flat. She would buy a new hat for Velma before they talked.