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Third time this month I’m late.
take an Uber!!!
I’m already forty minutes late. Again.
DAmn this is just embarrassing
This is the third entry-level position I’ve lost this year.
I wince trying to subtract nine dollars and nineteen cents from the last fifty bucks I had in my bank account this morning.
wish there was like, a Tinder of jobs.
Like LinkedIn?
“And your greatest weakness?” Ruby asks. I gnaw on my lip, trying hard this time to come up with the right response. Finally, I say, “Right now, the forty-something bucks left in my bank account.”
Yours,
All this for the email to end with “yours”
That’s flirting
Ms. Bristol, Please read all of my unopened email, delete spam and sales pitches, and mark everything else urgent or low priority at your first opportunity. You’ll get credentials for my account from Miss Hunting. Yours, Magnus Heron CEO of HeronComm Inc. Take that. I have three thousand unread emails.
I can’t decide if I would continue with this job for the $200,000 salary if it meant this much pain
That lanky kid who looks too much like me comes to the microphone.
God I really hope he’s not a secret child but like a secret cousin or brother or something
Other kids had their dad to ask how to tie a tie, how to hit a home run, how to be strong when the world throws them a curveball. It was still just me and Mom.”
Damn this is what won first place? His daddy issues?
Miss Jane Austen Scarf takes the microphone back, and we all clap for him.
Yeah Jordan should not have won this contest LMAO
I scan the audience, wondering if Marissa is here, and if I should talk to her. If I tried, would she let me?
Who the hell is Marissa
We pull into an upscale shopping center, and I still haven’t looked at any emails yet.
He sent her a long ass email yesterday, this can’t be good
This man takes himself far too seriously. He really thinks he’s some gift to the world. The worst part is, in spite of his arrogance, I’d relish peeling that dark suit off his body.
Am I supposed to be impressed? It’s a good speech, but it’s hard not to roll my eyes.
Glowering, I stab the spoon into the cat food, bring it close to my face, and fight the urge to gag.
There is no way this is convincing the client
“You’re serious? Firemen are your type?” His face becomes more serious and slightly angrier than it was like two seconds ago.
Firemen are EVERYONE’s type
In truth, I’m more of a paranormal romance or family saga girl. Give me a hot vampire with glowing eyes and a silver tongue, and an attitude so horrible you can’t help but fall for—
I want to yank that shirt down and find out if the hand-sized melons underneath are as perfect as they seem.
Hand sized melons??
Jeez Louise. Why is everyone so freaking secretive about this terrible dungeoned secret?
“Sorry, Brina, my lips are sealed. I don’t even know that much, honestly. It was before my time here. I’ve only heard bits and pieces from Hugo over the years.”
SOMEONE HAS TO TELL ME BEFORE I LOSE IT
“Leave it alone. No one talks about it for good reason.”
they’re all so dramatic, like everyone has a secret love child nowadays
Dead. He just slayed me.
Subject: You People Are Stupid
I wish I could subject emails like this
She has a right to be angry. I hope she doesn’t quit. From the sound of things, she can’t afford to,
FUCKED UP
He shrugs, sullen. “I’m not shy. I’ve got other things on my mind. Take a hint.”
Jordan’s a little shit. Icon behavior.
“Take me to Mag’s place,” I say reluctantly.
I could never be the star of a romcom because I cut people off too easily. She should’ve gone home smh
“Are you going to make love to me tonight?”
Isn’t this what Anna says in 50 shades?
And then Christian grey says “I don’t make love. I fuck. Hard.”
“He’s making me do his job,” she says with a sassy face. “Big shoes to fill, but I’ll do it with heels.”
Two weeks later,
Damn we’re just chugging through the weeks
On the Desk (Magnus)
Oh I think I know what the chapter title means 😏😏😏
“I still check the company website from time to time,” he cuts in, his voice horribly calm. “She’s your executive assistant, isn’t she? I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree after all.”
DAMN
I’m going to strangle him with my bare hands.
You probably should !!
“Are you deaf? I said go. Armstrong’s in the lot. He’ll give you a ride home,” I snarl, already sick at the scorn pouring out of me. “But—” she starts. “Sabrina. Go,” I say. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
HERE WE GO AGAIN
“I made sure it was, boss. Someone has to care for the girl.”
SHEESH
No, it wasn’t a fling, and I know it. I’d die for that woman.
When it gets to, I’m sorry, B— I’m done. A skywriter? Really? He hired a flipping skywriter?
Okay she’s stronger than me I would’ve gone back at the flowers
The lower floor has a patio that opens to our private beach.
I’m pretty sure private beaches don’t exist in Hawai’i, they’re illegal
