CHAPTER 4
BRYCE
The nervous butterflies refuse to stop as I walk into the Sportsverse Magazine office building in downtown Chicago. Public transportation did not help my hair this morning because it was so hot, and I’m pretty sure all my makeup has dripped off my face.
I press the elevator button and ride it up to the twentieth floor. The doors slide open, and it feels as if people are tumbling in my stomach while I stare at the Sportsverse logo on the wall.
You’ve got this, Bryce.
You deserve this.
Do not f**k this up.
I step out and take a breath before turning to the right to see a large reception desk. Although I was already here for my final interview, I have no idea where to go, so I stop in front of the frazzled-looking woman.
She keeps pressing buttons on the phone and aski
