Going to work was all Hilary lived for. She got to interact with lots of beautiful and talented writers but one thing bugged her; working side by side with her greatest rival, Tristan.
"Hey, rival." She greeted as she dumped her bag on her table close to her computer screen.
"Rival?" Tristan turned to her. "I don't remember you and I ever dragging for something." He tilted his head as though he was thinking with his pinky finger rubbing his lower lip.
"Wait, don't tell me you called me your rival because of that position." He laughed heartily and shook his head.
"You never learn, Hilary, I'm not your rival. We all know I'm the one getting that position."
"Why can't you just be humble and accept the fact that I'm going to win this? I'm way better than you are. Or does that hurt yo
