CHAPTER 6
THE ASSISTANT
My new job came with health insurance, but did it come with dental? Because I was about to crack a tooth.
Frumpy? Frumpy? Braxton Vale thought I was frumpy?
I caught sight of myself in the gilded mirror opposite my desk and took in the low ponytail, shapeless white shirt, and pants a size too big. Thrift store shoppers couldn’t be fussy. Okay, he was probably right, but he didn’t have to say it out loud, did he? That was just rude. And my shoes were only scuffed because I’d tripped over a step when I collected his tuxedo from the dry cleaner earlier. At least he hadn’t commented on the novelty bow tie. I’d chosen an abstract pattern that reminded me of Van Gogh’s The Starry Night, but now I wished I’d bought the one covered in tiny d***s instead.
Who was Teresa
