My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
“Oh, sorry, I’m Marissa, the VP of Marketing. I know you're still getting a hang of our names. I just have to say, I am so thrilled to work with you. Your reputation precedes you.”
“Oh. Thanks, Marissa. That’s… kind of you,” I say, already feeling a headache coming on. It’s crazy to get nauseous and fatigued on your first day, but yeah, the universe has never been fair to me.
Marrisa walks alongside me as I leave the conference room.
“I was thinking,” she continues, “if you ever need anything—anything at all—I’m your girl. We should do lunch! Or coffee. Or drinks. Whatever works for you. Honestly, I’ll work around your schedule.”