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email messages and ultimately read enough to know that my time at the agency was coming to an end. I was fine with moving on as long as I made my way to New York first. I knew I could brace myself for whatever came later. But first things first; I had the New York office to deal with.
    After enduring a few more meetings on my first day, it was time to head to happy hour with Dev. We’d heard about a sexy spot in SoHo with great drink specials and yummy-looking men. Dev and I linked up at the N train in midtown and headed downtown to see what type of shenanigans we could get into.
    The walk from the train station to the lounge wasn’t too bad. I was still trying to get used to all of the walking required in the city.
    Before we approached the lounge, I shook my head and finished touching up my nude lip-gloss. Dev shimmied down the street in her four-inch stilettos adjusting her tight, royal blue pencil skirt while simultaneously tousling the front of her shiny black asymmetrical bob. Dev was a trip. She loved to get dolled up every single day. Me, on the other hand, since I’ve always worked in entertainment, dressing in corporate attire had never been my thing. I simply dressed according to my mood. Sometimes I would feel like rocking a cute little black dress and “come fuck me heels.” But the very next day I could be on my B-girl swag with a sexy pair of skinny jeans and some fly, limited-edition kicks. Either way, I would still feel as sexy as the next chick.
    The scene in the lounge was inviting. The candlelit tables were filled with men and women who wanted to see and be seen. My girls were propped up nicely, and I was ready to mingle.
    Dev and I headed to the bar in the rear. I set my sights on a seat next to a well-dressed man with a lean, basketball build. I walked up and tapped the gentleman on the shoulder. He spun around and my face turned into absolute shock. They must have deleted the dental plan from his benefits package because this man’s teeth were jacked up.
    I can deal with dudes of all sizes and complexions, so long as they are taller than me and have good teeth. But this guy’s grill was crisscrossing with a few teeth running to the left and the others fleeing to the right. “Oh hell no!”
    â€œExcuse me?” he said.
    He was confused. I had tapped him to get his attention, but Ididn’t realize that I had blurted out what I was thinking. Sometimes my face would say what I was thinking, but this time my vocal cords backed it up.
    I cleared my throat and managed to mumble, “Is this seat taken?”
    With an agitated look on his face, he shook his head, and I politely slid onto the stool.
    When I looked over at Dev, she had the stupidest look sprawled across her face. I could tell that it was taking everything in her power not to burst out into a roar of laughter. I gave her the squinted evil eye and proceeded to order a drink, which I desperately needed.
    The music was so loud that I unintentionally yelled at the bartender, “May I have a glass of Riesling, please?! Actually, make it a double!”
    Dev finished up her conversation with a possible suitor, then met me at the bar. We were swapping stories about our day and gossiping a bit when we noticed a young lady who seemed out of place looking suspiciously in our direction as she walked across the room. Her tan Timberland boots let me know that she was at the wrong happy hour. She was glaring with disdain like one of us had stolen her man. Dev and I looked at each other puzzled. We didn’t know many people in the city and we definitely didn’t know her. The woman finally looked away once she realized that we were staring back at her. We dismissed her petty antics and continued our conversation.
    After a few cocktails, Dev and I decided to head to another spot since the night was still young. It was a Tuesday and my first day of work in the city was complete. I was feeling light as a feather