Reya
I stop moving. I have lost all control of my body, as I stand frozen in the middle of the open office space.
"What do you mean I am working for Mr. Sullivan?" I ask Stephanie. "The position offered was for an office administrative assistant. You know, the shared desk clump. What do you mean I am now Ry-, I mean Mr. Sullivan's 'personal' assistant?"
How am I going to get out of this? I can't work directly for Ryan. My chest is rising and falling faster than it should. I can't get a handle on my breathing, and my mouth feels dry.
I absolutely, positively cannot work for Ryan Sullivan.
"Stephanie, I am perfectly fine, as an office administrator. I am sure someone else would love the opportunity." I smile, trying to push the job off to anyone else.
Stephanie walks ba
