Arabella
Today was Wednesday, and I couldn't stop smiling. Why? Less work. Less work meant fewer headaches, and fewer headaches meant a day free of Steph's unending demands.
Wednesdays were different, though. I worked in the showroom on the ground floor, a part-time gig within the same company. No reports, no endless coffee runs, no Celia– just assisting customers and earning generous bonuses from the customers who had come to love me.
Steph, surprisingly, had no objections when I informed her of my schedule. I'd expected her to throw a fit but she'd just shrugged and waved me off. Since then, she'd respected my Wednesday reprieve, never calling or demanding updates.
She'd also never spoken of hiring a second assistant. So, I chose to believe that she trusted only me to get the job don
