Which color is Ann Taylor today?
I blinked down to my blouse and touched the top button. That he’d noticed my outfit at all made me flush, but now I was sure he hadn’t liked it.
Admin
Green.
Mr. Brittany
I suppose Grace failed to note that I’m extremely detail oriented.
Admin
She didn’t. I’m sorry. It’s light green. Not forest. Like gold-ish.
Mr. Brittany
So…pea-green.
I smiled to myself. That was exactly how I would’ve described it.
Admin
Yes. It’s ugly.
He laughed from behind the closed door.
Mr. Brittany
I’ll have the roast beef sandwich today.
Nothing came after that, so I opened Excel and began the tedious task of data entry. At some point I looked up to find June from reception hovering over my desk. Her pink blouse was far more fitted than mine, the button between her large breasts clinging for dear life.
“I need his lunch order,” she said.
I glanced at the clock, surprised by the time. “The usual from around the corner.”
“Cool. Some of us are going to O’Brady’s in an hour. Want to come with?”
“I have plans,” I said.
She shrugged. “Okay.”
Just before noon, I knocked and entered Dean’s office, unpacking food onto his desk and trying not to listen in on his conference call. Before I could leave the room, he called after me, covering the mouthpiece. “You’re a Communications major, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“I need you to write me a press release before you leave tonight. My PR company is backed up, and it’s too small to bother them with. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” I said immediately. I’d never written one before but for some reason, I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t.
“You sure?” he asked with a hint of amusement.
I straightened my shoulders. “I can handle it.”
“Then I’ll e-mail the details. That’s all.”
I left the office shortly after, but it wasn’t to eat. I drove to the closest mall, suddenly self-conscious about my wardrobe. I quickly picked some inexpensive things that were more similar to what the other girls wore. I hoped, as I looked at myself in the dressing room mirror, that Dean would like them.
