I’D BEEN A zombie all day, my mind solely focused on the people I needed to call between each break in clients and what favors I could possibly owe them for any connections they could give me. If this was what it was like to grovel, I was not a fan. I massaged my temples in slow circles as my to-do list loomed in my head. Deal with hormonal, psychopathic, drug-addicted boss and deranged co-worker? Check. Interview potential clients all day and ward off a total of two advances? Check. Find a celebrity beard and undercover boyfriend for A+-list movie star client ASAP or lose my job and end up singing off-key Michael Jackson songs on the train for money? Pshh, no big deal. Really. It wasn’t like I would end up in a shared apartment in Watts or anything. Or would I? Ohhhhh God, what have I done? I thought, banging my head on my desk. I’d never been one to beg, but it looked like I would have to get my knees dirty. Not in that way. I wouldn’t be stooping to sexual favors.
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