How I Killed My Inner Girlboss, Part 4

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Part 4

Melissa certainly did pass my number along to her so-called “well-connected friends,” and one of them, a guy named Michael, texted me a few days later. He briefly introduced himself and asked if we could meet up for coffee and a quick chat about my future. It felt a little strange, but again, I was in such a wide-open time in my life. The future I had imagined with the person I moved to Portland with had vanished before my eyes, and once the initial shock and anger began to wear off, I was feeling downright hopeful.