It takes me a moment before I realize I know who this woman is. I remember her; she’s Natalie, a model who was recently listed in the Top 50 of young women in the workplace! She’s the spokesperson for one of our company's most recent product drops. She walks with perfect posture and strut, and it
I look around, shushing Lily for her raised volume. I feel the heat in my cheeks rising, wishing that I could melt away into the floor. “Keep your voice down!” Annie tells our friend, shoving her arms into Lily’s. “You want the entire country to hear you?” “If my boss was this hot and living nex
“What?!” The girls exclaim together again. “We are in public!” I hiss at the two of them, wishing they’d stop making a scene out of our conversation. “Please keep your voices down!” Lily shakes her head again, her blonde hair bouncing around her face. “You’re crazy, Esme; I mean, really.” “Wha
“What book did you get that out of?” I taunt. “I got that from me, thank you very much.” After Lily has done all she can, she pulls me out into the bar to find a man to talk to. I stand there feeling foolish, but to my surprise, a drink shows up for me. A cocktail is set before me, and when I
I want to crawl into a hole. I want to burst into tears and curl up into the fetal position, and just…pass away. What the hell has gotten into me lately? I can’t believe my mistake; I must be losing it. What, just because Daniel and Derek both have names that start with D, I sent the message to
“Sorry, I’m not in the right state to be dating right now. You’re a good person. I hope you understand. :) –Es” I hit send, and I let my phone sit on my desk for a second before I start returning to my work. To my surprise, however, Daniel unexpectedly calls me very quickly. I hesitate but slowl
“What the hell? Why can’t you represent me? Do you think I can’t afford to pay you because I assure you that you’re well within my budget.” I feel blind-sighted at this wrench being thrown into the system. Why are they denying me after just one conversation? “It’s not that,” the older gentleman
“Come see for yourself, Esme,” he sneers, opening the door wider to join them in the house. Disgusted, I brush past the two of them into the house I’d put years into. Immediately I see a change; my old study I’d spent hours working in has already been turned into a hot-pink nursery. “Wow, couldn