TWENTY
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fire your lululemon a*s right now.” Donny said. He was sitting back in his Aeron chair with his Nikes up on his desk as usual and his hands behind his head.
Vivian said nothing. She stood before him and stared at the bamboo floor. She felt as if she was trying to juggle two versions of herself, and it was getting harder and harder to pull it off.
“What the hell you think we got going on here, Vivian? You know how many copywriters would kill for your job?”
“Sorry, Donny, it won’t happen again,” Vivian said.
“Yeah, if I fire you it’s definitely not gonna happen again. What the hell’s going on with you?”
“It’s personal,” Vivian said. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Look I don't care what you do on your own time, but I do care about losin
