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Roxy snorts.
“She wanted my job?” I ask.
They both nod.
“Karen also wanted mine, so she hated me for about two years,” Roxy shares. “She’ll get over it.”
In two years?
That’s a lot of glaring and gaslighting.
“Why hasn’t she been successful?” I ask, biting down on the delicious taco. I don’t really care, but I’m curious.
“She doesn’t have a degree.” Cody shrugs. “Alexandra insists that all account managers have a bachelor of communications at a minimum.”
“Oh. That makes sense. So has she started studying?”
“Nope. She’d rather seethe and be a victim.” Cody laughs. “And an asshole.”
“Well, that’s dumb. Why doesn’t she be proactive instead?”
“Exactly babe.” Roxy nods across from me.
“Even starting her studies might get Alexandra to consider her for future roles.” I take another bite and the taco falls apart. “Oh, shit.”
I lift my arm to lick the sauce sliding down my hand, but it’s faster than me and lands on my fresh new shirt.
No!
I drop the rest of the taco on the plate and stare at the bright orange stain.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
Cody laughs. “Maybe we should’ve had a round of margaritas instead.”
“Worst first day ever,” I mumble as Roxy hands me her pile of napkins.
“That isn’t coming out,” she helpfully advises, and I slump, then start laughing.
It's that or cry.
I leave lunch a few minutes early and purchase my second new shirt of the day, swapping it—once again - in the changing rooms.
Then I head back to the StoryCraft offices and spend the rest of the day with Alexandra going over the previous Verity & Co. launches and client files.
My brain is mush by the time five o’clock rolls around.
When I arrive home, I drop my bag on the kitchen table and pull out both stained shirts, spraying them with stain remover before dumping them in a bucket to soak. Then I head straight to my bedroom and set out a nice outfit for the morning.
I change it four times, swinging between a couple of sexy dresses that I know will capture the attention of a certain hot executive, then swapping it for something more professional.
I have a feeling Knox will notice me anyway and that we will both have to squish whatever attraction we both have for one another.
It won’t happen.
It can’t happen.
Outfit sorted, I then unpackage the cheap analogue alarm clock I purchased on the way home and place it on my bedside table.
