Sunday, September 17, 2006
New Beginning 117
I’ve screwed up my life, big time. One sexual lapse, and my Wellesley diploma might as well be toilet paper.
It started the day Courtney, my boss, called in sick, which in her case means at death’s door. It’s nothing for her to come into work wheezing and sneezing like a TB case, high on excess doses of Sudafed. It takes a fever of 103 to keep her in bed, which is what she has on the day that changes my life. I can hear my phone ringing from across the floor as I walk past Henke, our Eurotrash receptionist.
"Diane," she says. "Thank God!" She sounds like she’s under water. "BRASH BRAS is coming in from New York at ten today to meet with Barry."
BRASH BRAS is our Triple E Client, and Barry is the director of Creative Services at Brewster Communications.
"Get Scarlett from Marketing and Caitlin from Sales," I bark at Henke, assuming my boss's persona. "And then get me a venti espresso frappucino, non-fat no whip!"
Henke, in her stained and frayed Yves St. Laurent, pretends to not understand English.
I kick my door closed and dial Barry. Our previous night of wild sex has left me with an argyle tie from Brooks Brothers, and Barry with a BRASH BRA. He can probably get by without his tie, but I'm a Triple E client myself, and in big trouble.
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: Kate Thornton
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