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“It’s not that simple,” I said with hesitation. Her eyebrows rose and she leaned forward toward me.
“What happened?” she asked, now intrigued.
“It was nothing, it’s just...I don’t know. He came back to my apartment after the campaign and helped me with that website page I had to organize. And it was really nice, like, really nice. And I don’t know, we were talking and then we were kind of staring at one another with an awkward tension. And then he couldn’t have run any faster out my door,” I babbled, embarrassed by what had happened.
“You like him!” she exclaimed, quieting her voice as a few people in the office looked up at us. “You like your escort, well...all the more reason to invite him. Who knows, it might be a secret forbidden love with him. Oh my, how dare the escort fall in love with his client. Just like in a movie.”
“Shut up,” I pushed her, amused by her theatrics. She laughed to herself before pushing back her blonde curls again. I continued in a whisper, “He actually left his wallet at my house... But it’s not like that. I just, I don’t know it was weird, but it was fun.”
“Maybe he left it there on purpose,” Cassidy winked with a wicked smile.
Although I wished that were the case, I highly doubted it. It was simply a coincidence.
“I think you should hire him again,” she continued.
Debra cleared her throat, grabbing our attention. “Clover, I don’t pay you to stand around and make jokes. I’ve just sent through some templates I need you to look over,” she said sternly before walking toward the journo’s room.
“She really doesn’t like you,” Cassidy said as I began walking to my office.
“More than ever today, for some reason,” I tried to joke.
When I sat down at my desk I opened a new e-mail from Liam. It had been sent to all staff members based on our campaign success last night. There were many photos of Issobelle Sherain and a lot of sponsors who looked well-fed and merry. My speedy mouse clicking stopped when I came across one picture. It was one of Damon and me after I had just demanded a discount from him. I compared the photo to the one on my desk where I was with Megan. It was the same smile—I was actually happy. Lately all the photos I was in I had noticed there was a dimness in my eyes when I smiled. I smiled because I had to. But here in this photo, like with my sister, I was genuinely happy.
I exited out of the e-mail and checked my phone again, which had not received a text or a call. “I cannot be tempted. It was only business,” I reminded myself. It was nothing more and nothing less. I scrolled through my recently called numbers and text messages, deleting any traces of Damon.
Chapter Eight- It is fun
S lowly but surely the day passed over. There was much to organize. We had the usual dull Monday morning meeting, complete with tedious briefs by the department chiefs. We always acted civilized, but we cut one another down with sharp words. Although we were a magazine and had to work well with one another, it seemed no matter what, the separate departments were always competitive, even though without one another no one would be successful. This behavior was highly encouraged by Debra. When I first became her personal assistant she said others worked better when competitive rather than holding one another’s hands and skipping alongside one another. The logic was an obvious indicator of her personality. But she was the boss.
I long ago gave up on personal opinions because they were so quickly shot down by Debra. She once considered my ideas and even nurtured my concepts. But after those first very short six months, she had turned on me, expecting so much more from me. But for what reason, I had no idea.
It was yet again another day when I had no time for lunch. I followed Debra as we discussed our next edition’s photo-shoot. It went on a lot longer than usual as Issobelle
“It’s not that simple,” I said with hesitation. Her eyebrows rose and she leaned forward toward me.
“What happened?” she asked, now intrigued.
“It was nothing, it’s just...I don’t know. He came back to my apartment after the campaign and helped me with that website page I had to organize. And it was really nice, like, really nice. And I don’t know, we were talking and then we were kind of staring at one another with an awkward tension. And then he couldn’t have run any faster out my door,” I babbled, embarrassed by what had happened.
“You like him!” she exclaimed, quieting her voice as a few people in the office looked up at us. “You like your escort, well...all the more reason to invite him. Who knows, it might be a secret forbidden love with him. Oh my, how dare the escort fall in love with his client. Just like in a movie.”
“Shut up,” I pushed her, amused by her theatrics. She laughed to herself before pushing back her blonde curls again. I continued in a whisper, “He actually left his wallet at my house... But it’s not like that. I just, I don’t know it was weird, but it was fun.”
“Maybe he left it there on purpose,” Cassidy winked with a wicked smile.
Although I wished that were the case, I highly doubted it. It was simply a coincidence.
“I think you should hire him again,” she continued.
Debra cleared her throat, grabbing our attention. “Clover, I don’t pay you to stand around and make jokes. I’ve just sent through some templates I need you to look over,” she said sternly before walking toward the journo’s room.
“She really doesn’t like you,” Cassidy said as I began walking to my office.
“More than ever today, for some reason,” I tried to joke.
When I sat down at my desk I opened a new e-mail from Liam. It had been sent to all staff members based on our campaign success last night. There were many photos of Issobelle Sherain and a lot of sponsors who looked well-fed and merry. My speedy mouse clicking stopped when I came across one picture. It was one of Damon and me after I had just demanded a discount from him. I compared the photo to the one on my desk where I was with Megan. It was the same smile—I was actually happy. Lately all the photos I was in I had noticed there was a dimness in my eyes when I smiled. I smiled because I had to. But here in this photo, like with my sister, I was genuinely happy.
I exited out of the e-mail and checked my phone again, which had not received a text or a call. “I cannot be tempted. It was only business,” I reminded myself. It was nothing more and nothing less. I scrolled through my recently called numbers and text messages, deleting any traces of Damon.
Chapter Eight- It is fun
S lowly but surely the day passed over. There was much to organize. We had the usual dull Monday morning meeting, complete with tedious briefs by the department chiefs. We always acted civilized, but we cut one another down with sharp words. Although we were a magazine and had to work well with one another, it seemed no matter what, the separate departments were always competitive, even though without one another no one would be successful. This behavior was highly encouraged by Debra. When I first became her personal assistant she said others worked better when competitive rather than holding one another’s hands and skipping alongside one another. The logic was an obvious indicator of her personality. But she was the boss.
I long ago gave up on personal opinions because they were so quickly shot down by Debra. She once considered my ideas and even nurtured my concepts. But after those first very short six months, she had turned on me, expecting so much more from me. But for what reason, I had no idea.
It was yet again another day when I had no time for lunch. I followed Debra as we discussed our next edition’s photo-shoot. It went on a lot longer than usual as Issobelle
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