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"Holy sheep," Colin echoes excitedly.
Holyshit,indeed.
"You're so screwed," my friend whispers.
"Screw me," I whisper at the same time...since standing in front of us is none other than our super hot, filthy rich CEO, and if the rumors are true, he absolutely can shiftthisquick, too.
Chapter Three
Why do people these days act like dreams now have an expiration date? Why am I only allowed to believe true love exists if I'm in my twenties, but I'm expected to be instantly practical when I hit my thirties? Why are there rules about what I can and can't dream for?
~ The Thirty-Something Heroine: A Blog
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SO, A LITTLE BACKSTORYto how I became That Girl.
I've never been a prude, but something happened to me back in high school, and all I could do since then was live vicariously through all forms of romantic fiction and Taylor Swift songs.
I still hadn't found a guy I wanted (or trusted) enough to seriously date by the time I hit my late twenties, and everyone in our gossipy, tight-knit community justlovedtalking about it behind my back.
I was able to shrug it off at first, but the looks of pity and condescension did start to chafe eventually. If being normal means having a boyfriend,fine.I told myself I'll take it a step further and give away my V-card to the first decent guy I meet, but I've barely finished registering an account on various dating apps whenthatday happened, andboom!
Everything became suddenly clear to me, and instead of getting myself deflowered, what I got rid of was my nice-paying job so I could enrol myself in a preter-run university.
Everyone naturally thought I had lost my mind, but I was adamant about (secretly) chasing my dreams. I celebrated my thirtieth birthday while working on my thesis, and all my efforts paid off when I applied for a job at the Nox.
HR had taken one look at my resumé, and I was allowed to advance straight to the final round for my job interview, which I had also passed with flying colors. Everything had been going well at that point, and I had been feeling pretty hopeful until one of the members of the panel had cleared her throat and asked—-
"You'reher,aren't you? The one in the viral video?"
"What viral video?" another panel member had asked.
"It's really sad," the other woman had answered with a shake of her head. "A guy asked her to prom, she turned him down, his ego took a blow, and long story short, he accidentally killed her cat."
And that's how Ialsobecame That Girl here in the Nox, just like how I've been That Girl almost my entire life, by no choice of my own.
