I’m participating in the May Story a Day challenge (write a story a day), and while looking through some half-written stories to work on this month I found this novella, “The Secretary,” about a girl who develops an unhealthy fascination with her boss.
In this scene, it’s her first day of work at a huge firm. She’s running late, and so of course she gets bumped, drops her purse, and loses its contents all over the place. A handsome stranger helps her pick things up.
“Is this yours?” he repeated, smiling at me. His teeth were white and even. Of course, a gorgeous smile for a gorgeous guy. I looked at his hands and turned beet red, I’m sure. He was holding the book I’d been reading on the subway, a trashy bodice-ripping romance novel. Why couldn’t I have grabbed Hemingway, Joyce, something that made me look smarter?
“Um, yeah, that’s mine,” I said as I took it from him. “It’s, uh, for a friend.”
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