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And like Jackie said, having a man around would just be distracting. I owe it
to myself to stay focused on my future.
I
straighten a little, my resolve reignited. “You’re a real friend, Jackie. Thank
you for reminding me that I have a right to a life that’s all about me. At
least, for now.”
“Anytime,
Evelyn.” I can hear the grin in her tone. “Now, how about I tell you how my
night was?”
“Later,”
I promise her. “You just got my mind off sex, and I’m afraid if we start
talking about it again, I’ll find myself in the same state I was before I
called you. I’ll call you after my interview today, and you can tell me all
about it then—all the dirty details.”
“It’s
a date, love you,” Jackie says before hanging up.
I
set the phone down on my kitchen counter, thinking over how far I’d come. I’m
not a vulnerable teenage girl anymore. I’m not an outcast, not the sweet baby
bird I used to be. I’m a grown woman now, in charge of her own destiny. It’s a
powerful realization, and one that takes the weight of the world off my
shoulders… for now, anyway.
Confidence.
Confidence is the key to success. After getting fucked by a veritable sex god
last night, listening to a pep talk from my best friend this morning, and
basking in the results of my own introspection, I feel like I can do anything
now.
Except
get Bash out of my mind. No matter how hard I try to forget him, or tell myself
otherwise, he’s there in the back of my head, the memory of his arrogant smirk
making my body betray my brain.
Don’t
be so hard on yourself, I think as I sip my coffee and stare
out the window at the waking city, even Hercules had a weakness.
But
did mine have to be a criminal I’d probably never see again?
Even after my quick dildo
date and nap, I’m still a few minutes early for my interview. I’m nervous, but
I’ve done all I can do at this point. I spent extra time fixing my hair into a
half up-do that frames my face, and I’m wearing a black jacket, striking red
blouse, and long pencil skirt that ends conservatively around my knees. I even
spent more time on my makeup than usual. If I don’t look the part of an
executive assistant now, then I don’t know my job as well as I think.
I’ve
also researched the hell out of this company. Piston, Inc.
After
not hearing back from my first round of résumés, I got a little less discerning
last week and began sending them out to a wider range of companies. I’d never
heard of Piston before seeing them advertise on the job site, but a quick
Google search told me all I needed to know for this interview.
The
company is less than ten years old, but has already made a name for itself by
building and designing quality engine parts. They’re worldwide and went public
only last month, but they’re already valued at north of a billion dollars and
have a few thousand employees. It’s a big company, but VI was far bigger, so
the size itself doesn’t intimidate me.
There
have been a few executive changes in the past, but the current CEO, Hans
Peterson, took over about five years ago. I’m not sure I’ll even meet him,
though, as the position I’m applying for is to assist one of the executives,
which is perfect. I’m done with CEOs for now. I need time to step back and lick
my wounds after Edward. I thought I was on track to become an executive myself
at VI, but all of that work is lost. Edward would never back up any claims I
could make as to the work I did over there beyond being a straight EA. The
deals I worked on, sometimes on my own, the relationships I built with clients.
It’s unfair, but given the power Edward wields, it’s clear that all I can do is
learn from it and move on.
For
now, I’ll be happy just finding the right company that I fit into and then
deciding on where to go from there. Piston is likely just a stepping stone
toward that. But I need something to
And like Jackie said, having a man around would just be distracting. I owe it
to myself to stay focused on my future.
I
straighten a little, my resolve reignited. “You’re a real friend, Jackie. Thank
you for reminding me that I have a right to a life that’s all about me. At
least, for now.”
“Anytime,
Evelyn.” I can hear the grin in her tone. “Now, how about I tell you how my
night was?”
“Later,”
I promise her. “You just got my mind off sex, and I’m afraid if we start
talking about it again, I’ll find myself in the same state I was before I
called you. I’ll call you after my interview today, and you can tell me all
about it then—all the dirty details.”
“It’s
a date, love you,” Jackie says before hanging up.
I
set the phone down on my kitchen counter, thinking over how far I’d come. I’m
not a vulnerable teenage girl anymore. I’m not an outcast, not the sweet baby
bird I used to be. I’m a grown woman now, in charge of her own destiny. It’s a
powerful realization, and one that takes the weight of the world off my
shoulders… for now, anyway.
Confidence.
Confidence is the key to success. After getting fucked by a veritable sex god
last night, listening to a pep talk from my best friend this morning, and
basking in the results of my own introspection, I feel like I can do anything
now.
Except
get Bash out of my mind. No matter how hard I try to forget him, or tell myself
otherwise, he’s there in the back of my head, the memory of his arrogant smirk
making my body betray my brain.
Don’t
be so hard on yourself, I think as I sip my coffee and stare
out the window at the waking city, even Hercules had a weakness.
But
did mine have to be a criminal I’d probably never see again?
Even after my quick dildo
date and nap, I’m still a few minutes early for my interview. I’m nervous, but
I’ve done all I can do at this point. I spent extra time fixing my hair into a
half up-do that frames my face, and I’m wearing a black jacket, striking red
blouse, and long pencil skirt that ends conservatively around my knees. I even
spent more time on my makeup than usual. If I don’t look the part of an
executive assistant now, then I don’t know my job as well as I think.
I’ve
also researched the hell out of this company. Piston, Inc.
After
not hearing back from my first round of résumés, I got a little less discerning
last week and began sending them out to a wider range of companies. I’d never
heard of Piston before seeing them advertise on the job site, but a quick
Google search told me all I needed to know for this interview.
The
company is less than ten years old, but has already made a name for itself by
building and designing quality engine parts. They’re worldwide and went public
only last month, but they’re already valued at north of a billion dollars and
have a few thousand employees. It’s a big company, but VI was far bigger, so
the size itself doesn’t intimidate me.
There
have been a few executive changes in the past, but the current CEO, Hans
Peterson, took over about five years ago. I’m not sure I’ll even meet him,
though, as the position I’m applying for is to assist one of the executives,
which is perfect. I’m done with CEOs for now. I need time to step back and lick
my wounds after Edward. I thought I was on track to become an executive myself
at VI, but all of that work is lost. Edward would never back up any claims I
could make as to the work I did over there beyond being a straight EA. The
deals I worked on, sometimes on my own, the relationships I built with clients.
It’s unfair, but given the power Edward wields, it’s clear that all I can do is
learn from it and move on.
For
now, I’ll be happy just finding the right company that I fit into and then
deciding on where to go from there. Piston is likely just a stepping stone
toward that. But I need something to
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