PREVIEW
... y slept anyway. My mind had been racing all night, replaying every humiliating moment from yesterday and dreading what today might bring as Maxwell Wellington’s executive assistant.
I rolled over and immediately froze. Through the thin walls of our apartment, I could hear the sound of my mother’s voice coming from the kitchen. She was already awake, probably making coffee and preparing for what she’d promised would be a "serious conversation" with me.
*Shit.*
I grabbed my ...
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