NORA
I wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt before clutching onto my tote like it was my lifeline. Sam had suggested that I wear a pencil skirt with a silk shirt tucked into it to make a good impression. She’d even force me into a pair of pumps and have me drive her truck to the office.
According to her, I needed to look like an asset on my first day. Apparently, it was her magic trick to keep her job.
I blew out a nervous breath, fidgeting on my feet.
Anna had said to meet in the lobby as early as 7. I glanced at the watch on my wrist, my face scrunching up when I realized it was almost 7:30.
Shit. I didn’t want to make a bad impression on the boss on my first day. What if something was holding Anna up?
I wasn't smart enough to collect her number yesterday. I’d been too excited about t
