Grace
I didn’t need to look to know every eye was on me.
It was as if I had been thrown under a spotlight I never asked for, and I had no idea what to do with it. Even without my disguise, I had never been the type of person to draw attention, not in school, not in college, and certainly not here. So standing here, feeling dozens of stares pierce through me, was more than just uncomfortable. It was extremely awkward.
“They’re calling her.” Someone muttered from behind.
“Look at her tag, her name is Grace. She is from the PR department.”
“But why would the vice president call someone like her?” another voice asked.
“I think I heard one of the new recruits in PR solved the celebrity issue. Maybe she’s the one.”
“Even if she is,” a different voice scoffed, “just look at her appearance.
