CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE

Bree started work as the personal assistant to some woman named Margo Vince.

She was the owner of Snowflake, the big printing press that produced most of the best selling books and magazines around town.

Margo wasn't exactly as Bree had initially imagined her to be.

From the way Larry had talked about her, She'd pictured, you know, an older woman with neatly packed graying hair, a slightly rotund figure and maybe a grand kids or two.

But nope, the woman she'd met on her first day was a pretty, young lady, with lots of bouncy dark curls and eyes so dark they make you afraid of looking into them, lest she sees into your soul.

She wasn't overly nice or anything and she made it clear to Bree that she didn't expect any less efficiency from her just because she was pregnant or because she was acquainted with Larry.

Not that she let it matter or bother her that she'd even thought of her like that, she wasn't planning on slacking off or anything of