I had to admit, the fact that this was my office for the foreseeable future made me happy. I had always thought that going into business for myself would make me happiest. But over the last week, I’d made friends—okay, maybe acquaintances, but definitely people who knew me. Grace Nolan. University graduate. Foster cat mother. And ambitious go-getter. For the first time in a long time I felt like an actual person. I felt like me. And even though I was still trying to navigate the woman I wanted to be, I’d never felt so close to figuring it all out. But the best part about this new job, I didn’t have to make up an elaborate lie to cover up that I had been an escort. I didn’t have to tap dance around the truth of my occupation, because this was my occupation. Somehow this full-time gig made it all seem more real. More than I’d ever felt working short-term contracts. The usual knot that sat in my stomach was suddenly gone. I was a normal woman, with a normal job, and a normal future.
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