Pretty Little Mess

I’m having an out-of-body experience. At least…I think. Isn’t that what it’s called when your spirit abandons you to watch—from a safe distance, with the appropriate amount of judgement—while you make questionable decisions?

Yup, one of those.

I want to shout, “STOP, ELLIE, DON’T DO IT!” But spirit me doesn’t have a voice. So I watch as she…I…we? makes a sex contract with her…our…new boss.

This is a good time to mention the 45-minute HR meeting we sat through last month expressly forbidding this sort of thing.

In our defense, Max is ridiculously hot, and I…we may have accidentally quit.

With a sigh, I look down at the bodies pressed against the wall of the executive office.

Yup, we’re totally screwed.