Liora
My first official day at work started far earlier than I expected.
Gina burst into my temporary bedroom at the apartment like a human alarm clock, already dressed in a crisp white blouse and black trousers, her hair in a sharp ponytail that bounced when she moved.
“Rise and shine, new corporate baby,” she announced, clapping her hands. “You’re about to meet the kingdom. And by kingdom, I mean half a dozen directors who pretend to be scarier than they are.”
I groaned into my pillow. “I liked you better last night when you were drunk.”
She gasped dramatically. “Wow. Hurtful. Get ready. We have ten minutes.”
Ten minutes. Great. My first day and I was already scrambling.
By the time I showered, dressed, and threw my hair into something halfway presentable, my nerves were a mess. T
