A Stalker and the interview

The next morning I walked into Walker's Inc. like I owned the place. Well, I did.

"Good morning." I greeted the doorman, who tipped his hat in my direction.

Today was a new day, and a day I have to conduct my interview for a new assistant.

"Good morning, Chelsea." Both women at the front desk said at the same time.

"Good morning. By the way Sam, I love your top."

No, I don't and was only bullshitting. Not even my grandmother would be caught dead in something like that.

"Good morning, Chelsea." Someone else greeted, but I ignored them.

I still won't forgive Greg for thinking he stood a chance with me.

He had three kids, and that ring on his finger was hard to miss.

"Hey." Russell came up to me.

"Hey, you." I pulled him into a kiss.

"Wow, I’m- are you sure it's ok to have PDA in the workplace?’’ 

“Daddy doesn't mind, so nobody else mattered." I said loud enough for those ar