NICOLE POV
By the time lunch rolls around, my palms are damp with sweat.
According to Jared, this is the best time to approach the Creative Director. During lunch, he's usually more relaxed.
Hopefully.
I clutch the salary advance form tightly against my chest as I make my way down the hallway.
Stopping in front of the office door, I inhale deeply before knocking twice.
Not too loud and not too soft. Just enough not to annoy the man inside.
"Come in." A gruff male voice answers.
I slowly push the door open.
The office is spacious but untidy. Files are scattered across the desk, coffee stains decorate forgotten documents, and the faint smell of stale cigarettes lingers in the air.
The man sitting behind the desk looks to be in his fifties.
His beard is uneven, his hair unkempt, an
