Autumn Salads

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Shyla: And you're sure you don’t want to stay with us while you’re getting on your feet? You’ll let us know if you need any help at all, right? Susan: Thank you, that means a lot to me. I’ll be alright though, I have enough savings to cover my living expenses for a year, and I’m sure I’ll have the firm off the ground by then. Sawyer: She got a great price on one of the townhouses across from the park anyway. Shyla: Well, you’re always welcome to stop by whenever you want and have a nice home cooked meal. Our house is your house.

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Back to Hidden Springs :)

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Susan: I know. I’m not scared at all. Well, maybe a little, but I’m sure this is the right move for me. Starting something for myself, being away from the city, getting to stay with you, it all just feels right. I’m excited. Sawyer: Ok then. Pack your stuff, you’re moving to Hidden Springs! Susan: But first, waffles.

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Sawyer: Are you serious? Susan...that’s a huge deal. Susan: I am. I’ve known Daddy might not budge on this for while now, and obviously it’s not my first choice, but if it’s between being stuck in Bridgeport as an assistant and casting out on my own, it’s a risk I’m more than willing to take. I can do it, and Harrison’s behind me too... Sawyer: And me! If there’s anything my family can do to help you get started you know we will.

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Susan: Maybe, but it’s ok, I decided what I’m going to say to him and I’m not scared. I’m starting my own firm, in Hidden Springs. He can support me or he can be mad. Either way, that’s my decision.

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Sawyer: Hmm..waffles? Susan: Yeah, you wanna grab some before we head out? Sawyer: I don’t know...do you think your dad’s down there?

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Susan: Hey, Sawyer, it’s morning. I can smell Bonehilda making waffles...

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Susan: Sawyer? Sawyer: Yeah? Susan: Thanks for being here.

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Susan: Yes! It’s good to know that someone around here believes in me. Sawyer: I’m sure your dad does too, deep down. Susan: Too deep down haha. Ugh, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. This was supposed to be so simple and now it’s a giant mess. I’m mad, and tired, and scared... Sawyer: You should just get some sleep, you can take on the world in the morning.

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Susan: Hey. Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I’m up here blubbering like a baby, and I left you alone with my dad. Sawyer: Don’t worry about it, do you need anything?

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Sawyer: Hey...

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Mr. Lind: I’m very sorry for my daughter’s behavior tonight. Sawyer: Her behavior? With all due respect sir, I don’t understand how you can talk to your daughter like that. Mr. Lind: Oh I know Susan has delicate sensibilities, but it’s not as dramatic as all that. Sawyer: Susan’s not delicate at all! She’s been taking this standing up for years, and you continue to treat her like a child. Anyone would be LUCKY to have your daughter running a branch for them. She’s the smartest and most capable person I know, and I really truly mean no disrespect to you Mr. Lind, but I think I’m going to go to bed as well.

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Mr. Lind: Susan, sit down! This is outrageous! Susan: It is outrageous! I’m done. I’m going to bed.

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Susan: Not good enough huh? And that’s final? Well I say it’s not. Mr. Lind: Darling please- Susan: No. I’m not working as your assistant, and I’m not staying in this awful city. I want out, and THAT’S final.

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Susan: It’s just a sister branch! How can you seriously think I’m not even capable of that! After how hard I’ve worked and studied! You know, Harrison thinks I can do it. He said he’d back me any day, even without you. Mr. Lind: Ha! Harrison’s a fool. A rich fool, but still. Listen, you need to get your head out of the clouds. I know you think you’re good enough for this but you’re just not. You’ll work here in Bridgeport for me, and that’s final.

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Mr. Lind: You need experience, Susan, you can’t just jump into running your own firm... Susan: I’ve been working for you since I was fifteen! How much more experience do I need? Mr. Lind: You’re not ready. I’m sorry. It’s my decision and I say you’re not ready to handle your own firm.