a piece of myself—more than just my virginity—but a piece of my soul to him.
***
Six months passed since that week in Cancun, and the ache in my heart remained.
But today would be different , I told myself.
Today, I wi ll not let thoughts of Brandon—if that’s even his real name—ruin my mood. Not today. Today, I will be happy, because today, I start a new chapter of my life, and I will forget that night in Cancun—that night to forget .
I repeated these thoughts to myself as I walked out of my studio apartment in Nob Hill.
Today was my first day of work, and for the first time in a very long time, I was filled with anticipation and excitement.
It was a cool, foggy San Francisco morning, and in the distance, I could see the Golden Gate Bridge peeking out of the fog that was rolling through the San Francisco bay.
I inhaled the brisk morning air and started walking towards the financial district. I wore a crisp charcoal suit over a rich green blouse. My long dirty blonde hair was tied up neatly in a bun. As my black stilettos click-clacked towards Four Embarcadero Center, which housed Fisher & Morrison Consulting, I felt ready for this new beginning.
“Good morning,” said the attractive brunette s itting at the reception desk, “How can I help you?”
“Hi, my name is Emma Anderson. Today’s my first day.” I smiled at her as excitement and anxiety coursed through me.
“Oh yes, you must be one of our first year marketing associates,” she smiled, “Here’s your orientation packet. Orientation will be held in the main conference room on this floor. Just walk around the corner and it will be the first door to your right.” She motioned behind her. “Most of your class has already arrived, so you should go on in.”
“Thank you so much. It was nice meeting you.” I smiled and quickly walked past the receptionist desk and opened the door to the conference room.
About a dozen faces looked up towards me when I walked in. I found an empty seat next to a girl about my age.
“Hi, I’m Sarah. Sarah O’Brien.” The bright-eyed girl smiled at me as we shook hands.
“Hi Sarah, I’m Emma Anderson,” I said as I smiled back. I looked around the room. There were an equal number of men and women chatting excitedly in small groups around the conference table.
“Is everyone here in our class?” I asked Sarah as I looked around.
“Yup. I heard there’s 15 of us in total. What group are you in?” she asked.
“What group?”
“Yeah, in your orientation packet,” she said, pointing to the packet the receptionist gave me earlier. “It tells you what group you’ll be working in,” she explained. “Apparently we’ll be split up into five groups and each group will be led by one of the marketing managers. I’m in Group B,” she said enthusiastically.
“Oh, let me check.” I opened my packet and looked through the materials. “I’m in Group B, too!” I said with delight. Sarah seemed like someone I could get along with, and I was excited that she would be in my group.
“Awesome,” she said.
Just then, two people walked into the conference and the room fell silent. They sat down at the two empty chairs at the end of the conference table.
“Good morning, everyone,” said a jovial man with peppered gray hair, “My name is Joseph Fisher, and I’m the CEO and one of the founding partners of Fisher & Morrison Consulting. I want to congratulate you all on graduating this past May. You would not be sitting here before me if you did not all work hard and excel in college. So I want to commend you for that.” He smiled across the room. There’s something familiar about his face , I thought as I watched the man.
“Today is the start of your careers, and I am confident that you will each show the same dedication and hard work you had in college towards your work here at Fisher & Morrison,” he continued. “I want to introduce you all to Claire Wilson, the Director of Marketing for
***
Six months passed since that week in Cancun, and the ache in my heart remained.
But today would be different , I told myself.
Today, I wi ll not let thoughts of Brandon—if that’s even his real name—ruin my mood. Not today. Today, I will be happy, because today, I start a new chapter of my life, and I will forget that night in Cancun—that night to forget .
I repeated these thoughts to myself as I walked out of my studio apartment in Nob Hill.
Today was my first day of work, and for the first time in a very long time, I was filled with anticipation and excitement.
It was a cool, foggy San Francisco morning, and in the distance, I could see the Golden Gate Bridge peeking out of the fog that was rolling through the San Francisco bay.
I inhaled the brisk morning air and started walking towards the financial district. I wore a crisp charcoal suit over a rich green blouse. My long dirty blonde hair was tied up neatly in a bun. As my black stilettos click-clacked towards Four Embarcadero Center, which housed Fisher & Morrison Consulting, I felt ready for this new beginning.
“Good morning,” said the attractive brunette s itting at the reception desk, “How can I help you?”
“Hi, my name is Emma Anderson. Today’s my first day.” I smiled at her as excitement and anxiety coursed through me.
“Oh yes, you must be one of our first year marketing associates,” she smiled, “Here’s your orientation packet. Orientation will be held in the main conference room on this floor. Just walk around the corner and it will be the first door to your right.” She motioned behind her. “Most of your class has already arrived, so you should go on in.”
“Thank you so much. It was nice meeting you.” I smiled and quickly walked past the receptionist desk and opened the door to the conference room.
About a dozen faces looked up towards me when I walked in. I found an empty seat next to a girl about my age.
“Hi, I’m Sarah. Sarah O’Brien.” The bright-eyed girl smiled at me as we shook hands.
“Hi Sarah, I’m Emma Anderson,” I said as I smiled back. I looked around the room. There were an equal number of men and women chatting excitedly in small groups around the conference table.
“Is everyone here in our class?” I asked Sarah as I looked around.
“Yup. I heard there’s 15 of us in total. What group are you in?” she asked.
“What group?”
“Yeah, in your orientation packet,” she said, pointing to the packet the receptionist gave me earlier. “It tells you what group you’ll be working in,” she explained. “Apparently we’ll be split up into five groups and each group will be led by one of the marketing managers. I’m in Group B,” she said enthusiastically.
“Oh, let me check.” I opened my packet and looked through the materials. “I’m in Group B, too!” I said with delight. Sarah seemed like someone I could get along with, and I was excited that she would be in my group.
“Awesome,” she said.
Just then, two people walked into the conference and the room fell silent. They sat down at the two empty chairs at the end of the conference table.
“Good morning, everyone,” said a jovial man with peppered gray hair, “My name is Joseph Fisher, and I’m the CEO and one of the founding partners of Fisher & Morrison Consulting. I want to congratulate you all on graduating this past May. You would not be sitting here before me if you did not all work hard and excel in college. So I want to commend you for that.” He smiled across the room. There’s something familiar about his face , I thought as I watched the man.
“Today is the start of your careers, and I am confident that you will each show the same dedication and hard work you had in college towards your work here at Fisher & Morrison,” he continued. “I want to introduce you all to Claire Wilson, the Director of Marketing for
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