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and I looked like a complete idiot standing in front of this woman. First impressions were never my thing, just like talking after sex terrified the shit out of me.
    “ It’s Miss Craft, and I’ll let her know you are here,” the snotty blonde seethed at me.
    I’m sorry if I interrupted your daily horoscope read ing in some trash magazine, but good lord sweetheart. Those magazines will only rot your brain out, and I’m betting you have very little left to start with.
    “Thanks,” I mumbled back, turning to the recepti on area to wait out Miss Craft. This place was even fancier on the inside than the pristine glass on the outside. I really should have rethought my attire, because I stuck out like a pageant queen in a mosh pit. Wasn’t this the story of my life, the moment I thought I had everything together the universe decides to do a one-eighty and I end up on my ass again?
    “Miss McGlenister?” A rushed voice behind me sounds, instantly causing me to jump to my feet.
    “Yes, it’s Molly,” I reply, quickly standing and pulling down my shirt.
    “Oh good, I was hoping you weren’t some old thing that couldn’ t work fast. Not that we discriminate against age, but well………..oh forget it. Can you start now? I have so much on my plate this afternoon and not enough time to accomplish it all.”
    Well , that wasn’t the interview I was expecting, but shit, I would take just about anything that didn’t require me to wear rubber gloves. A smile crept across my face as I looked over my new boss. She was striking; long brown hair that curled past her shoulders, dark green eyes, and a body to absolutely die for. The best part about her was her clothing choice; no longer did I feel like the ugly duckling of the building. Miss Craft was rocking a red pair of skinny jeans and a long black sweater that barely grazed her ass. Thank god not everyone in this place looked like the Barbie behind the receptionist desk.
    “Yeah, no problem. I mean, sure………….um…………..sorry, yes I can start now.” Seriously, can I get anymore pathetic?
    “Follow me.”
    Without another word Miss Craft turned on her heels and started stomping for the elevator, quietly mumbling to herself.
    “My office is located on the ninth floor; I’ll email HR to set up on the payroll and get you a key card this afternoon. For now just take mine,” she gushed, holding out a badge on a lanyard for me.
    “I completely forgot about a stupid meeting today at four, and if my father wasn’t going to be there I would say screw it, but Daddy signs my checks. Anyway, I’ll print off a copy of their rider and I need you to make sure everything is there in the dressing room before the boys arrive. If anything is missing, then find the event manager and tell them to fix it. Got it?”
    I simply nod ded my head and followed her out of the elevator, down a long hallway to her office.
    “You will need the keycard to access our office.”
    “Okay,” I said quietly.
    “Molly, you have my key………….”
    “Oh, I’m sorry.” Stepping up to the door, I fumbled with sliding the key into the reader. Seriously , can I look like any more of a pathetic loser today? Get it together, Molly.
    The machine beeped and Miss Craft swung the large glass door open. The office was jaw dropping beautiful; well the whole building was. The entire back wall was floor to ceiling glass windows, showing off the absolutely spectacular view of downtown Seattle. Holy shit, I get to work here.
     
    “Your desk is right through those glass doors there, but you can worry about that tomorrow. Here, let me print off a copy of the rider and you can get on your way. You do know where you are going, right?”
    “I’m sure I can find it , Miss Craft.”
    “ It’s Stephanie now, Molly. Miss Craft makes me feel old and well……………like my mother. Anyway, here is the rider and let me find you a phone…………………………ah here.” She grabbed a sleek