Peach Salinger
I spend part of my day angry, then the rest of it brooding. By evening, my anger has subsided but it doesn’t stop me from cursing anytime I remember what the president said to me.
He was going to pay me for the s*x? What kind of person does he think I am? This is all my fault for letting him bang me in the restroom stall and making myself look cheap.
You’re so stupid, Peach. Your first s****l experience and you already have your boss handing you a s*x slave contract like you’re not worthy of his respect.
Huge definition of f****d up!
“Peach, we’re home.” Marienne says, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I look around and realize our cab has just pulled up in front of the Arconia. We get off and pay the driver before heading into the building.
“You’re good?” Marienne ask
