I walked through the entrance doors as I clutched my pleather portfolio. I yelled out a greeting as I closed the door behind me. Tara’s company was held in a small, open office space. The office wasn’t large, but it was enough to house four small desks and a separate room for potential clients and meetings. Tara sat behind the desk closest to the door. It was the biggest and had a card machine for purchases.
She typed away at her laptop as she asked, “Good morning, Kimberly. Did you enjoy your weekend off?”
“Yeah, it was nice,” I whispered back.
She lifted her head to look at me but then her eyes widened as she took in my appearance. Slowly she asked, “Kimmie, what do you have on?”
I looked away from her as I felt my face grow warm. I placed the leather folder in front of me as if it
