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Actually, an improved version of the old Brandon. I was feeling comfortable with him again.
    “How would you like to go to France?” Brandon asked half way through breakfast.
    “I'd love to go to France. Business, pleasure, or both?”
    “Strictly pleasure. I've wanted to take you since we met. Now seems like a very good time for us to get away for a romantic vacation.”
    “Now, as in . . .”
    “Now, as in today. Well, tomorrow. Fly home to New York today. Pack tonight. Leave tomorrow.”
    “Can we just pick up and go like that?”
    “Why not. I've already had Teresa clear my schedule for next week. Your staff is humming along. We can both afford a week out of the office. I think it would be good for us.”
    “I'm not one to argue with a week in France. Let's do it.”
    “Fabulous. I was thinking part of the week cruising the French Riviera and then top it off with a few days in Paris.”
    “Sounds magical.”
    I was as giddy as a school girl. I had always wanted to go to France. Now, I was going at the most perfect time. Brandon and I were rekindling the spark of our relationship. Better than that we had, for the first time, told each other “I love you.”
    We finished breakfast, gathered our luggage, and I checked out of the hotel. Brandon called a car service to take us to the airport. His Learjet was ready and waiting to take us to New York.
    When we landed in New York I texted Chelsea and let her know that I was coming home a little early from L.A.. I left out any details. She was going to flip out when I told her what was going on.
    Brandon had one of the company cars pick us up and drive us to our buildings. As I made my way through the lobby of my building, Chelsea came up beside me. I jumped.
    “Hey, Ash. Just got your text.”
    “Don't sneak up on me like that. A great way to get yourself pepper sprayed.”
    “Sorry. Why are you home early? Everything okay?”
    “I guess that depends on your perspective.”
    “Uh oh. I don't think I'm going to like this,” Chelsea said as we stepped onto the elevator.
    I wasn't sure that I wanted to tell her with nowhere to run.
    “Let's get upstairs and let me go to the bathroom and then I'll tell you everything.”
    “You're stalling. I'm definitely not going to like it.”
    There was no use in pretending with Chelsea. She could read me like a book. But if she didn't have any details, she couldn't lay into me too hard.
    After we arrived at our apartment I made a beeline for the bathroom. I drank a lot of water on the flight back and really did have to go pretty bad. Chelsea was sitting on my bed waiting for me.
    “Alright, Ashley. Give.”
    “I have decided to stay at Jacqueline . In fact, I will be staying with an increase in salary to match the offer from Adele .” I said feeling rather proud of myself.
    “That's wonderful. I am so glad you're staying!”
    Chelsea jumped up and gave me a big hug. Then she realized that there had to be more. The part that she was not going to like.
    “Okay. That is the good news. What is the part that I am not going to like?”
    “I think that it is also a good thing. I'm taking a little vacation to France. I leave tomorrow.”
    “Whoa. That's . . .great. Do I take it that you are not going to France alone?”
    “You'd be correct.”
    “Since you are staying in New York, I somehow doubt that you have miraculously fallen in love with Jeremy and are going with him.”
    “Also correct.”
    Chelsea crossed her arms and stiffened her back. Her eyes bore into me. I was glad she couldn't shoot lasers with her eyes.
    “Brandon F'n Mitchell?”
    “There's no F'n in his name, Chels. But, yes.”
    Chelsea tapped her foot rapidly. Her body tensed. I don't even think she realized.
    “I need to sit,” she said as she plopped back onto my bed. She sat in silence.
    I let her. I figured it was better then getting into an argument. Although I suspected that one might already be brewing.
    “Well?!” she finally said.
    “Well,