PARKER
By the time I leave the office, I feel like I’m walking through molasses. Everything’s heavy. My limbs, my thoughts, the weight of what I did today.
Harrison. The goddamn closet.
I don’t regret it. That’s the worst part. If I had any sense, I’d be drowning in regret right now. Shame. Maybe a hint of horror that I let myself get swept into something so reckless. But I’m not horrified.
I’m just spinning.
Jack, Gavin, Harrison—they’re all in my head like a noise I can’t quiet. And it’s not just the physical stuff, though that’s loud and consuming enough on its own. It’s the way they look at me. Like I’m not just the assistant. Like I’m…someone.
But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m not someone. I’m Parker Simon. Executive assistant. Sister of one of their oldest friends. Single m
