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I remind myself of the need to hurry and immediately hose myself down with the shower head before giving myself a thorough massage with my bathing soap.
There used to be a time when I had all these products…all these condiments, like a witch—different soaps for different body parts.
I was invested in beauty back then.
It all changed the first week I ascended the throne as the C.E.O.
The same products I was using about a year ago are still on my shelf. The only varying products I now use are shampoo for my hair.
The funny thing is that I don’t miss that life. As important as it was to me, as soon as I began functioning in the capacity I am now, my life went from zero to a hundred miles per hour in a matter of days.
I didn’t have the time to even think about not having applied my face cream or something.
The only beauty-related skill that I had to acquire over the time I’ve spent as the CEO is speed makeup application.
Top-tier usefulness, right there.
When I’m done with my shower and am dry, I apply makeup to my face.
Yes…while I’m still naked.
If a reality show were to premiere about Rebecca Lawson, the“Get Ready with Me”part would make a comedy finale.
There’s a lot of slipping and tripping, generally very unsightly movements, and even more hilarious sounds I make as I prep myself. Each slip makes me scream, but with a low volume, and each trip makes me curse.
Throughout the five-minute duration, my tits flop around every which way as I hurry.
I’m out of the room with a towel, and Skylar, now playing with an unplugged electric massage gun, gives me a disproving look.
You should be sleeping, Mommy,those unreal blue eyes tell me.Maybe then I’d still have had my sailboat.
I flash a silly smile and stomp into the closet to get dressed. Being in underwear and makeup would forever remain hilarious to me.
It's been quite a while since I discovered it was a more effective way to avoid makeup stains on my shirts, especially since I was almost always in a hurry.
Even then, I can’t help but chuckle at how silly I look. It doesn’t matter what I wear, it will always turn out good, as long as it’s monochrome.
Two colors work as well, but that’s when I have a little more time to dedicate to the selection process.
For now, a black pair of pants and the same shirt color will suffice. I make a mental note to switch it to a dress or a skirt. I don’t need to worry about the selection of clothing.
They’re already washed and pre-ironed by Marie.
I step out of the room with my heels in my hands, and Skylar naturally follows me out. I thank God for my daughter’s intuition.
I would have had to take the stress and usher or carry her out, but by the time we’re at the stairs, she’s the one ahead of me, practically racing me down to the foot of the stairs.
“Mommy, I want to follow you.” She latches onto me, already aware that I would refuse her.
I always refuse her, but today is different.
I will be in the office for at least an hour…I hope.
Skylar can tag along.
Without replying to her, I shuffled out of the house and to the vehicle I took the keys for—a simple Range Rover.
Still on the fence, Skylar waits outside a little before realizing that I left the door open for her. She climbs in through my driver’s entrance and shuffles to the back.
