Chapter Eight
Job OfferGina got up from her bean bag , took and refilled their glasses. The thick carpet engulfed her feet as she walked on it. Still thinking of The Boss’ appreciation of her feet, she took pleasure in the way the carpet felt under them. She perceived it as caressing. She quivered in delight. As she walked back from the open kitchen to the living room and past the dining area, she looked at her friend, who stole the time to text people. Rhonda was sitting on the plush, sectional sofa facing a wall adorned with a large, red abstract painting of a n***d Gina, illuminated by accent lighting. In front of the sofa was a low rectangular table. Printed papers with markings and annotations were scattered atop the table. Proposals and invoices; the new and completed projects tha
