There’s nothing like walking into the office thinking the worst part of your day will be reapplying lip gloss in the mirrored elevator while pretending you don’t want to die... and then finding out you’ve been t****k-assassinated by someone named RyleighWithThreeYs. Because apparently, I am now not only a public figure in Glasgow gossip... I’m also trending under #SidePieceScarlett.
I hadn’t even sat down yet. I hadn’t even sipped my burnt oat milk latte. I was still smoothing down the one part of my blouse that refused to sit flat when Brianna, not even my friend, just a girl who once offered me gum... leaned over and whispered, “Um... have you seen this?”
And there it was. A video. Of a doe-eyed intern, shiny hair, fake shocked expression, whispering into her camera like she was breaki
