Knowing the only reason she’d landed the internship at Princeton, Paulson and Chesterfield rested on her incredible grades and not her ability to fit in with the plastic and high maintenance around her. She’d been grateful just to have the job and the measly pay that covered her rent. Of course, there was also the experience to consider. To be a fresh community college grad working for what was arguably the top corporate law firm in the country proved great filler on a resume in the future, opening up better opportunities. Now, though, she carried her things in one large box and followed Jennifer to the elevator and up to the fourth floor, clenching her teeth as she considered just what was in store for her. She felt incredibly insecure surrounded by all these Barbie types who had, reversely, been hired more for beauty than brains. Granted, she wasn’t fat per se, but against the toothpicks in the miniskirts, her curves stuck out like fat rolls. Bitterly, she shook her head, thinking if she could only afford a personal trainer, she might stand half a chance at finding the motivation to get into shape.
