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. I’m having 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.