Chapter Seven
OLIVIA
I live in Chicago for a reason. Texas is hot as hell, and though it’s not super humid, I’m pretty sure the sun is baking my skin, which is the last thing I need right now. As I sweat, I realize how bad of an idea it was to put on pantyhose this morning. I should’ve just worn something comfortable, but it’s important for me to look professional on the outside regardless if I’m a hot mess on the inside. I try to control the things I can, and appearance is one of those things. You always dress for the job you want, not the one you have.
Just as I open my phone to check and see if I miraculously have service, I see an old beat-up Chevy truck pull up slowly next to the car. An older guy with a cowboy hat makes eye contact with me, then drives forward and reverses until t
