I feel like I’m about to throw myself off a cliff without a parachute.13 likes, 4 comments.I pick up my pace as I walk through Soho towards the office of Hudson, Grey & Friedman. It’s a cold, rainy November day and I’m desperately trying to hurry in my heels towards Adam’s agency on Dean Street. It’s the day of the pitch and I’m meeting James here. Adam sent me a good-luck text from New York this morning. He’s been there for the past few days, but luckily I’ve had my own work to keep me busy since James told me he wanted me to present with him at the pitch. I stand in front of the modern glass façade and glance up at the neon H&G sign in the window that is lit up in light bulbs while I wait for him to arrive.I can’t believe I’m about to do this, I’m excited but terrified about presenting to Adam’s peers. Adam’s reassured me that he’s talked to the partners and everyone knows and is fine with the fact that James employed me to work on this project without knowing who I was, and that I took the job not knowing who the project was for.The last few weeks at work have carried me through a tricky time at home.
