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expecting your acceptance
call.
    -F
     
    "Fucker," I whispered to the piece
of paper and I ripped it into a million pieces.
    But could I really do it? Could I
really be one of "his girls," as he put it?
    The limo stopped moving forward
and seconds later the door swung open. Light flooded in, filling
the dark car with rusted rays of sunshine. Charlie tipped his hat
at me as I stepped out, and as I turned to say thank you, he
returned to the driver's seat. The long car sped into the distance
before it turned right.
    Had everything really happened, or
was it all a product of my imagination? Did I have a wild side
hidden somewhere deep inside? I didn't think so; I'm too modest,
too shy, too nice, I thought.
    But if I were being honest, I
wanted to find out. I wanted to be someone else, if only for a
while.
    I strolled to the hotel entrance
and realized I had left my clutch with the hotel key back at Mr.
Felton's office. Idiot. I didn't want to call until I made
my decision.
    The chipper woman at the front
desk made a new key as if it were nothing. I thanked her and went
upstairs to my room. I walked in, plopped down on the bed, and
thought about my options.
    To be one of Mr. Felton's girls,
or not to be—that was the million-dollar question.
     
    ***
     
    I lay on the hotel bed fully
clothed as my phone buzzed next to my head.
    Stupid text tone.
    I picked up my cell phone, and
opened my text messages from an unknown number.
    You left your purse at my office,
and I got your information from your brilliantly crafted
resume.
    I typed thanks and programmed
Felton into my phone.
    Boiiiiiing. Boiiiiiing. Another text.
    Have you decided?
    I threw the phone across the bed
and ignored the rest of the texts. Maybe the silence would give him
a hint?
    I needed to leave the room and
experience some part of Vegas. I ran to the bathroom and stripped
off my clothes—for the second time that day—and jumped in the
shower. I quickly shaved my legs and armpits, washed my hair, and
even brushed my teeth in the shower. After drying my hair, I put on
heavy eyeliner and mascara, and slipped on several sets of clothes
before choosing a pair of dress pants, a sleeveless top, and a
little suit jacket with sparkly buttons.
    The hotel bar was boring as hell.
Old people sat around eating fancy pretzels while watching a
baseball game. I sipped more of the delicious cranberry wine and
then the events of the day filled my mind, making my thoughts
cloudy.
    Straight ahead, several sized
bottles lined the long wall. I wanted to talk to someone, anyone. I
needed to tell somebody what I had done today, have him or her
console me, and tell me it would be okay. Times like this, I wished
my mother were here. I wished I could hear her voice again, her
laugh, and the way she could make anything dark become light. Too
fucking bad, so sad, a voice said in my head.
    Fucking asshole logic won't quit
talking.
    I called my best friend
Abbie.
    "Hey, Ab."
    "Oh my god. I've been worried
about you. The next time I see you, I am beating your ass for not
calling me when you got to the hotel. What the hell, Jen? No
excuses."
    "I know. God , I
know."
    "What's wrong? I can hear
something is wrong in your tone."
    She knew me.
    She knew me better than I
sometimes knew myself.
    Although my parents weren't here
and I didn't have any siblings, Abigail Green knew me like
family.
    "I've had a weird fucking day. I
didn't get the interview with Simon & Fitch. I was late because
of a flat."
    She knew how much the interview
meant to me. How much I had banked on landing that job. It was my
only plan.
    "Oh. So what will you do? Come
back home?" Her voice brightened at the thought. She wanted me back
home.
    "No. I had another interview,
actually."
    "Really? I didn't know you had any
more lined up."
    "It was an accident, and a huge
mistake. This guy walked in on me while I was bathing and offered
me a job."
    "Uh, yeah. That is
weird."
    "Well, it didn't happen like that
completely, but it did. It