A couple of weeks later, Riley stapled the bill to the invoice showing it had been paid. “Then these two go together, and you put them in the client’s file.” She handed the paperwork to Sunny, the new receptionist Hope had hired. She’d been shadowing Riley for two days, and she was as bright as her name suggested. Hungry. Happy.
She reminded Riley so much of herself, and while she nearly started crying every time she thought about leaving Your Tidal Forever, she knew she’d made the right decision. Change was just hard sometimes. All the time, maybe. Riley wasn’t sure.
Evan had assured her that she would still need her pencil skirts and heels, her jewelry and makeup, and that she’d get to meet and talk to plenty of people as she arranged everything for Georgia Panic.
He’d been giving her
