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replied coldly, “Who cares that this place looks modern? And you can hire all the YOLO dumb fucks you want, but unless you realize the value of real talent the only future this company has is becoming a dead-end wiki link.” I felt my face flaming and turned to leave.
    “You’ve got a sharp tongue and quick wit, I can appreciate that, even if your hair is a flat color.” Against my better judgment I turned back to look at him. He was smirking.
    When I walked in here I probably would have melted on the floor upon seeing those lips twitch, now I had to keep my hand clenched to keep from slapping the shit out of him.
    “We have a customer service department now, the basement was redesigned to accommodate it, and I can offer you a position there. You would work the phones assisting customers.”
    This is not happening , I thought to myself. I was standing in the CEOs office of one of the most promising companies and had been called ugly and offered a position doing exactly what I was doing now. Time had stopped for a few heart pounding moments, but the rage dam broke.
    “Fuck off,” was all I could get out, but as I stalked from the room I managed to slam the door hard enough to echo off the bare concrete and brick.
    In the waiting room every eye turned to look at me. It was a virtual sea of hipster princesses, all what the dick behind the door was looking for. He didn’t want a talented assistant, he was looking for a trophy girl to hang off his arm for the press, and I had no doubts one of these moron woman would become just that.

Chapter Three
    There is nothing better than waking up from a deep, relaxing sleep and realizing you don’t have to be anywhere. Saturday mornings were for sleep and cartoons after all. My bladder had decided it had other ideas and was currently attempting to escape. I crossed my legs tightly and buried my face a little deeper into the pillow. Last night’s bottle of wine was coming back to torment me.
    I was fighting to go back to oblivion, wrapped up in my bed but my wine filled bladder was having none of it. With a sigh I stretched out my back, slipped into my fuzzy house shoes, and duck walked to the bathroom.
    Relieved of my wine and now, tragically wide awake I headed to the kitchen in search of coffee. I didn’t have to go far; my one person apartment was pathetically small. I hit power on the already stocked coffee pot and pulled my phone off the charger.
    It buzzed angrily at me, alerting that I had missed seven calls and four text messages... there was only one person who ever contacted me that much, Carolyn. Yawning I flipped through the messages,
    Happy Birthday!! XOXO
    So excited about tonight! What are you wearing?
    NM ;) I totally got you covered!
    Pick up the damn phone! OTW
    Shit. That last message was sent nearly 15 minutes’ ago, she didn’t live far, if traffic was a mess I might get another 5 minutes of peace… the knock at my door, followed by her high pitched voice singing ‘happy birthday’ brought my peaceful morning to an end. Dragging my feet I got up to let her in. She flung her arms around me and finished the song with a grand flourish by heaping mall bags into my arms.
    “What the hell is all this?” I dropped several unidentifiable items on the floor as I struggled to the couch to dump the load.
    “Party clothes! Got a fun night planned for us girly!” she dropped her purse on the tiny kitchen table and helped herself to some of the fresh coffee. She poured another mug and passed it my way, which I thankfully took. I was going to need a truck load of caffeine to deal with Carolyn and her over the top birthday plans today.
    “I have my own clothes Care Bear, I don’t need yours,” I said grumpily. She gave me a skeptical look over the rim of her mug.
    “Don’t call me that. And what you have are body wrappings, what I have causes a magical transformation,” she chided and I stuck my tongue out at her.  
    “Whatever, why are you here so early