Urban Cowgirl Contemporary Romance

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I hurry through the pristine lobby of the building and slam the call button for the elevator repeatedly. The elevator takes forever as if it’s going slow on purpose just to make me even more late. I smack the button to go to the floor occupied by NYC Fashion, pressing it nine times before the elevator doors closed. While waiting reach my floor, I check my watch. I’m nearly two hours late.

I’m out of the elevator before the doors are fully open. I wave as I dash by Maggie, the receptionist who’s speaking into her headset in perfect French.

“Ashley, you’re late! Is everything all right?” Karen asks, scanning me with a critical eye. This is the first time I’d ever been late, that’s probably why she didn’t cast me out on the spot. “You look like crap.” There is a small smile forming on her perfectly red lips. She isn’t angry. Relief spreads through my chest.

“Very bad night,” I say. “I’ll explain later. I’m ready to work now.”

“Excellent,” Karen grins. “Your new intern is here. She’s very anxious to meet you.” Excitement blooms in me. I didn’t know I’d get an intern. Already, I know exactly what sort of mentor I’m going to be. I’d been an intern for several stylist since I started at NYC Fashion. Some were amazing, others were not. I’m determined to be the best mentor possible.

I follow Karen through the workspaces until we reach my new one. There’s a petite woman leaning over the workspace. Her blonde hair obscures her face.

“Ashley, this is your intern Ellie.” The woman lifts her head and my stomach plummets to the floor. It’s the woman from last night, the one who Peter was fucking. I’m stunned. “I’ll leave you two to get to know each other.” Karen smiles and walks away, oblivious to the tension in the atmosphere.

I’m speechless. The woman, Ellie, looks sad. She steps closer to me so no one can overhear us.

“I know you know who I am,” she says. “I’ve no right to ask this, but would you be willing to speak to me in private?”

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