Of all the people in the entire population of the goddamn earth… I had to work with Daphne. Daphne f*****g Greer. Do you know how many people there are in the world? Eight billion, apparently. But no, fate.. or whatever petty little gremlin was pulling the strings of my life chose her. The woman whose highlighter had better job security than I did. The one who woke up every morning and decided, “Hmm, i want to have my breakfast in South Korea and Lunch in Germany?” And now I was her assistant for the day. Not even colleague. Not even co-pilot. Assistant. As in, here ma’am, would you like your cappuccino now, or should I climb to the heavens and fetch you a more divine roast from God's espresso machine?
I didn’t sign up for this. No one showed me a contract with these terms. I applied for
