Addison tried to work on her article, but after what had happened, there was no way she could concentrate. She just sat there at her desk, watching the minutes tick by and waiting to be called down to HR and fired. By the time five o’clock rolled around, she’d never been more grateful to see the end of a work day. Even dealing with Mr. Gold and his demands for the rent money would be better than this. “Hey,” Tia said, appearing at her desk. She was wearing a pair of tight, dark-wash skinny jeans and a hot pink peasant top that dipped down over one shoulder. Technically she wasn’t supposed to be wearing something so casual to the office, but Tia got away with it since she wrote the fashion column. If anyone ever questioned her outfits, she just said she was ‘researching new trends.’ “We’re all going to go hit up this new bar in Soho,” she said now. “You wanna come?” “Who’s we all?” Addison asked. Tia shrugged. “Me.” Addison laughed. She thought about it.
