Liliana Miller
My alarm went off at 5:45 a.m. and I jolted awake like someone had dumped ice water on me. For a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling, heart already racing.
What the hell did I do?
I grabbed my phone and opened the email again. The offer letter was still there. Bold. Real. Accepted. I had actually done it. I had sold myself to the devil for a paycheck.
I dragged myself out of bed and stood in front of the small mirror in the guest room. My reflection looked tired, eyes slightly puffy from last night’s breakdown. I whispered to myself, voice barely audible.
“What the hell are you doing, Lila? This is crazy. You’re walking straight into his world. Voluntarily.”
I shook my head and started getting ready. I chose a fitted navy pencil skirt that hugged my hip
