It was the next morning; I got up very early today. I didn't sleep last night. My life was crashing, and I needed to fix it. I was already in Clinton’s company parking area. After a last glance in the rearview, I got out and headed in.
Unlike the last time, I didn’t want to just barge in and interrupt. I was willing to wait.
“Good morning, Miss Jessica; how may we assist you today?” I was shocked with the way the receptionist addressed me, but I ignored it.
“I would like to speak to Mr. Clinton, please.” I politely asked, and she nodded.
“He’s free right now before his wife comes in, so yes, please go ahead.” She said.
His wife?
Excusing myself, I headed for Clinton’s office. I ignored all the comments his employees made.
Reaching his door, I knocked, and he asked me to come in. H
