Nothing ever worked out for her. Her good job as a lawyer's secretary was cut short by marriage to a man who treated her like a housekeeper and personal slut. Her marriage ended, the first good thing in years, and she found a good job with a past co-worker. That was changed by last night, the first time she'd felt really happy in years! But now that was over as well. She had a choice, and not an easy one. She could continue to work here and try to pretend like last night never happened. OR. Or she could quit and try and find something else. Both options sounded horrible. Both sounded horrible. Was her life always going to be like this? Giving her something good and then taking it away or ruining it immediately after she started to enjoy it?
The elevator rang, signaling her arrival at the top floor. She didn't attempt to stand, she simply crawled out of the elevator. Her chair seemed so high up so Laurel just sat on the floor, her back against the desk drawers. She would have been fine with Nick going out with Angela and…doing it. If he had just told her. But, in typical male fashion she was learning, he didn't. Now, here she was, red faced and alone on the floor.