My office is exactly where he said, glass walls on three sides positioned right outside his door, and there’s a massive desk and a leather chair. I drop my bag and just stand there trying to process what just happened.
I need to talk to Lena, so I take the regular elevator back down to forty-two and find her at her cubicle eating trail mix like always.
She sees me coming and her face lights up. “Oh my god, EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT?! Girl, tell me everything!”
“It’s…” I collapse into her stolen rolling stool. “It’s so weird, Lena, like three years of junior designer and suddenly I’m his personal assistant?”
“Weird but good weird though, right?” She’s grinning. “You’re out of the creative department, no more Dante taking credit for your work—”
“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be doing
