It’s a sunny day in my office as I wrap up the final draft of my plan for Ryan’s social media salvation. My office isn’t much to brag about, it’s almost as big as my apartment, has a small window behind me that brings just enough light to my table so that I don’t have to squint typing on my laptop, and there’s only space for one couch just beside my door.
But I earned every inch of this tiny room, and I love it. My office is the only one on the same floors as the other executives in the company too. If that isn’t saying anything, I don’t know what does.
I shake my head and focus back on the work at hand. I’ve promised Ryan twice already that I’d be sending him the entire plan soon and have failed to do so twice already. And what am I if not a woman of
