She’d wanted to be a singer, then an actress and then a writer.
But now all she wanted was to make it through the day without doing something stupid, like quitting this shitty office job. It was supposed to temporary. Just for the summer. Or until something better came along. Outside, it was snowing and windy. She’d been dreaming about being home ever since this morning when her boss leaned in to go over the latest report from the corporate head office, and almost-too casually, let his hand rest on her shoulder.
His breath smelled of peanut butter and mouthwash.