Serena Vale
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By Thursday, I still hadn’t responded to Marcus. My indecision started to feel less like a caution and more like fear. Fear of upsetting them. Fear of proving them right. Fear of choosing myself and dealing with whatever comes after.
I hated feeling that way.
Which was why as soon as I woke up that morning, I opened my laptop and forced myself to stop overthinking.
I reread Marcus’s email one last time. Still professional. Still polite. Nothing that screamed trap even if I was actively looking for one.
I drafted a reply.
‘Re: Coffee and conversation
Mr. Grant
Thank you for reaching out and for the kind words about my work. I’d be open to coffee next week. Feel free to suggest a day and time that works for you.
Best,
Serena.’
I read it twice. Short. Neutral. No
