Chapter 1This afternoon I sat at my desk, in my beige office with no windows and terrible ventilation, at the financial institution foolish enough to hire a man on the brink of a nervous breakdown. This financial institution shall remain unnamed.
Jordan, one of my new colleagues, stuck her happy face in my door. She’s a young woman with a bubbly personality and a high-pitched laugh, that for some reason makes me want to hit myself in the nose with my pen holder.
“We’re ordering lunch,” she said, giving me a perky smile. She was dressed in a fitted little blue dress straight out of the Breakfast at Tiffany’s movie. Or book. Whichever of the two comes to your mind first. “You know,” Jordan added, “for Bianca’s promotion.”
Bianca. I used to love that Disney movie! The Rescuers. Remember, t
