The Coven - Part 23

Assembling the coven...

Mia heard her phone buzz, and she frowned at the traffic in front of her. It’d been one of those days. The traffic was always the same, really; sometimes it got a little better during the summer, when the kids were off school. But it never really went away.

Just another daily annoyance, like her panic-prone boss and clients who never seemed to be able to make up their minds. Her boss had been particularly annoying that day, constantly asking for updates on a project that was stalled through no fault of hers did

I can’t make something out of nothing, she had wanted to tell him. If clients don’t know what they want, I have to waste a lot of time trying to get them to a place where they’re ready to commit.

With all his supposed experience in the industry, her boss ought to have known that at least as well as she did. But somehow, they had managed to find this guy with an impressive resume and seemingly zero real-world knowledge. Working for a guy like that was like an exercise in handholding, and she had never signed up to be a babysitter.

How did he ever even get into the position he was in, she found herself wondering as she kept her eye on the slow-moving traffic in front of her? Probably he knew the right people. That was all. The old boys network once again promoting a mediocre man way beyond his abilities while talented, competent women had to struggle to implement his bad ideas and tell him how to do his job. It wasn’t the first time, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last.

Maybe it was time to look for a new position. Or maybe, she thought with the faint thrill of excitement she always felt when the thought crossed her mind, it was time to open her own shop.

She already had the skills. How many clients could she count on to jump ship with her? Some of them loved her. Some of them had even said as much, hinting they would be more than willing to go wherever she went. She had thought about it for years, but maybe it was time to do more than think about it.