LILY
"It's lovely. But I brought dresses for formal occasions." I handed my boss the rejected clothing and picked up my planner. I flipped it open, pretending to study my handwritten notes. Instead, my thoughts whirled like a tornado across
the Oklahoma plains.
Disturbing Fact #1: Media mogul and billionaire Nathan Garnet knew my size.
Disturbing Fact #2: He was better at picking out clothes for me than I was.
Really Disturbing Fact #3: I kinda sorta wanted to wear the sexy, clingy dress that swirled at the knees. With the mile-high color-matching stilettos. In a private show for Nathan. Whoa, girl. Those thoughts are why you left.
Or why I was trying to leave his employ.
It was proving exceedingly difficult to divorce myself from this job—and my boss. And let's not forget that I'd wanted to be anywhere, anywhere at all, other than my lonely Manhattan walk-up for the holidays.
