Anastasia
Five years of being the Aphrodite and I worried about the large golden apple above the entrance falling on my head whenever I entered the studio. One day, I was going to convince the board to take it down or be proven right.
I smiled at the receptionist, waving my ID badge vaguely in his direction. He watched me grow up, he knew exactly who I was.
Hank waved. “Morning, Anastasia. Head’s up, Delia is waiting in your office.”
“Right now?” I grumbled, trying to hide my displeasure. “Anything else?”
“I have your coffee.” Hank handed me a paper cup. “And your blouse is inside out.”
“What?” I patted myself down, groaning when I felt the seam on the side. “Damn it. I’ll go change in the bathroom if Aunt Del is already in my office. Thanks for the coffee.”
With a wave, I rushed to
