I straightened my posture.
Adjusted my grip on the glass.
Smoothed my expression into something calm, something untouchable, even though my heart was pounding so hard it felt like everyone in the room could hear it.
I looked back at Mrs. Jonson, “I’m sorry,” I said keeping my voice composed, “What were you saying?” I asked.
Mrs. Jonson explained that she wants me to collaborate with a new skincare product she wants to add to her brand. She asked me to partner with her.
I didn't hear the rest of it. My head was too loud. But I just nodded, “Have your team e-mail my assistant. We’ll schedule a meeting.”
Mrs. Jonson smiled softly, “Thank you so much. Have a pleasant evening.”
“My pleasure.” The words left my mouth without my permission. My lips curved into a smile. The muscle memory o
