Damn it, I should have worn bright lipstick. I’ll buy one on my lunch break.
The doors open on the fortieth floor, and I stride out as if I don’t have a fear in the world.
Faking confidence is my superpower, and today I’m totally faking it till I make it.
Or at least die trying.
“Hello.” I smile at the kind-looking woman standing by reception. “I’m Chloe Bennett . I’m starting today.”
She smiles broadly.
“Hello, Chloe Bennett, my name is Frances, and I am one of the floor managers.”
She steps over to me and shakes my hand.
“Lovely to meet you.”
Well, she seems nice.
“Come through, and I’ll show you to your desk.”
She walks off, and I peer into the huge office space. The tables are grouped into lots of four or six with partitions separating them from the others.
“As you know,
