Gina
By the time I pulled into the employee parking garage the next morning, I had convinced myself I was being ridiculous.
Yesterday had been chaotic. Reporters camped outside the building. Natalie making another scene. Everyone whispering about the mysterious CEO. It had all blended together into one giant headache, and my imagination had probably taken over somewhere along the way.
Today was going to be different.
It had to be.
I grabbed my purse, climbed out of my car, and headed toward the employee entrance. As soon as I walked into the switchboard office, Jill looked up from her desk and dramatically clutched her chest.
“Oh, thank goodness.”
I laughed as I set my bag down.
“What now?”
“I checked the lobby.”
“And?”
“No supermodels.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re impossible.”
