I Got Fired in the Lobby, Then My Rival Called

your disaster from a safe distance.

She just said, “You okay?”

“No.”

“Good. Then we’re starting with the truth.”

A waiter came by. I ordered coffee because my stomach had gone strange and brittle. Josephine asked for iced tea and waited until he walked away.

Then she slid a folder across the table.

Not a tease. Not a promise. Actual paper.

Inside was a one-page continue reading …