CHLOE
For the first time in years, I woke up knowing I had somewhere to be that had nothing to do with Brandon Parker.
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The sharp tinkle of my alarm cut through the stillness of my bedroom at six sharp. I didn't lie on the bed debating the morning, nor did I spend another twenty minutes worrying whether my outfit fit for Brandon’s high-society circle.
I just got up, made myself a cup of black coffee, and pulled on a black loose skirt and a silk blouse that won't hug my body too much.
By eight-thirty, I was sitting at my desk on the fourteenth floor of Apex Creative Group, surrounded by color swatches and venue floor plans.
Starting this job felt like stepping into the skin of a woman I had almost forgotten that it existed. For four long years, every creative instinct
