Exit one Emilly Orr, with minimal fanfare. I no longer manage Altered Gallery.
The frustrating thing is, I don't know why.
But I must accept it, and soldier on, and now--because, damn it, I am not giving up the dream of Caledon, not this damnably CLOSE--I must find a new source of income, and drastically quickly.
Well, if all else fails, I'm reasonably sure Maximilian would hire me back for Dorian's. And...I do know an escort service that's hiring, if things get dire.
I will make it through this, I will make enough for rent, and the land fee payment has already been arranged.
Potentially, it will mean never shopping again in the foreseeable future...but I can learn how to make shoes if I have to, and truly, at this point? I don't need any more clothes.
Disagreeable way to start the day, though...