Jeremy Dake Novels & Stories

He didn't tell her I wrote off his mega-expensive supercar and had no insurance or job. We made it back to the office three hours and thousands and thousands of dollars later. I couldn't keep my eyes off my reflection in the mirrored elevator. Emma worked wonders on my hair, weaving millions of ultra-fine caramel blonde highlights through my unruly mop while Justin, her make-up artist went to work on my face covering years of stress and sleepless nights with his wonder products, all of which I got to keep. I barely recognised the woman staring back at me.