AVA POV

Work wasn't meant to be this tedious. I mean, the word work shouldn’t even exist for someone like me. Can’t a girl just wake up to her own fantasy? Be in a big, shiny-ass mansion, strut around in silk robes, maybe get fed grapes and called princess for a day?

But no. I’m stuck doing work, work, work, like I’m auditioning for Rihanna’s backup career.

I’m fucking tired. My back aches like I just got slammed into a wall, which wouldn’t be a bad thing if it was during sex and not thanks to Mr. Brown screaming at me across the office.

Screw that man. Fat, pot-bellied, overstuffed...