Hailey looked at herself in the reflection of the elevator door. When she had been first assigned to the press, she was strictly forbidden to wear her "normal clothing." Meaning, she couldn't work until she looked like the rest of the worksite: mindless workaholics.Hailey took the opportunity to explain to the stuffy Percy Bentley that she had been asked to sign on, and not hired. And by that, she had every right to wear what she felt like wearing. Hailey knew Bentley need her badly and he couldn't afford to lose her and her talent.
So as Hailey walked past the cubicles of busy workers in her jeans and tank top, obviously she attracted dirty looks. All she did was smile politely and made it to her little cubicle cell.
Hailey booted up her laptop. The laptop, a generous donation from Mr. Bentley, slightly beeped and purred as it started up.
Todd, an assistant of the entire floor, was walking around, delivering messages. He was maybe 28 or 29, but he didn't look a day over 20. He had a cute button nose and a type of mouth that made Hailey think it was sculpted by some artist.
"Hey, Hailey," he greeted her tiredly, "how are ya?"
"Kicked my boyfriend out last night." She paused, smiled and looked up at him. "There might be a chance for you after all."
"Ha ha, I highly doubt that. Here's your stuff." He carted away.
The first message was from Bentley. He needed to "discuss" something with her. The second was from Courtney:
Thought you might want to see this. Page 3.
- CWith the note was a tabloid. On page three was an article about Dickie's relationship with Hailey. It was all bull shit.
Disgusted with it, Hailey threw the paper in the trash and headed to Bentley's office.