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Then again, the mood I was in, I was ready to throw a punch.

I opened the door and saw Hannah standing there.

Hands on her hips.

Looking really annoyed.

“Are you serious?” I called out.

“Are you?” she yelled back to me. “You’re hiding in a bathroom? On your phone? Tell me you’re not working right now.”

“Well, Mark wanted to know-”

“Mark? You’re worried about an email from Mark? He thinks he’s a supervisor. He wears that fucking name tag like he works in a restaurant or something. Fuck that guy. He pawns his work off while he’s at bars buying drinks for women. He lies about himself to get the women into bed. He’s disgusting.”

“Do you know this from experience?” I asked.

Hannah frowned.

“Really? Mark?”

“He told me he was on the board,” she said. “When I first started. Okay?”

“And you fell for that? That made him hotter to you?”

“Do you really want to do this?” Hannah asked. “You’re in a bathroom stall, Hazel.”

“Yeah.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“I don’t even want to be here, Hannah. You dragged me here.”

“You wanted to come with me. Look at you… you know what? Come here.”

Hannah grabbed my wrists and pulled me out of the bathroom stall.

I stumbled forward, feeling like a newborn giraffe as I tried to walk on the shoes she gave me to wear.

They weren’t quite high heels but they were far from actual comfortable shoes.

I couldn’t necessarily wear sneakers because I was in a dress.

A dress that I compromised on wearing because the first one Hannah picked out was insane.

I would have been better off coming here wearing nothing but a bath towel.

The first dress was so tight, I could see the shape of my belly button. I could see the outline of each areola too. And my boobs were pushed so far up, my chin had a place to rest.

It did not look good on me.

So I traded that dress for a dark red dress I bought a long time ago for no reason at all.

It fit comfortably.

I felt like I looked good.

No. I look good. I look really good.

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