(CHASE)
The treadmill makes a steady humming noise below my feet as I pound away. My mood was so dark last night that I barely had any sleep. Sweat breaks down my face and back. I pick a towel, wipe it away and toss the towel to my side roughly. My iPod blares with loud music, which still isn't loud enough for me. I turn up the highest volume, glad that the condo is soundproof.
I keep going at an almost frantic pace. I had gone over all my options and plans in the wee of the night, and I came up with two ideas.
My first thought was if Nick, and Blaze (Liam's son) got me in, I could try and bluff my way through the interview and tell Liam just the vague details of the woman whip supposedly changed my outlook and me in general. If I approach it the right way, I can manage to keep up the façade just until I have proven myself to him, then have the unimaginable happen. The perfect woman would dump me, then I'd be heartbroken and throw myself into work.
