Her eyes darted to me every few seconds as I sat on the floral sofa, the afghan pulled up to my nose. “Okay, I just want to say this,” she started. “Nope.” “Bree,” she whined, “just hear me out.” “I do...
What on earth made you do that?!” “Wellllll…. I mean… I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea?” “It’s a great idea,” Melita said, moving my suitcases under the wooden table with her foot and dropping the tablecloth over them. “It’s just a little, y...
I shoved my thumbs in the front pockets of my dark-washed jeans and stood near the door for a few seconds, wondering how I was going to get up there to see them. Before I could formulate a plan, the security guard came out from behind his desk and walked toward me. &...
As she said, there's her workstation. Then, there's another work station with a Mac Mini hooked up to a Thunderbolt display. Yum. I love working with Mac products, because they are so sleek. She logs me into the testing account, and I'm given a blue exercise ball to sit on...