Chapter 9
Lily
After our little encounter outside of Paddy’s, I expect Marcus to bring it up every chance he gets.
I thought he’d love to remind me of my lapse in judgement or the fact that the man had probably got a right eye full when I was the only participant in a wet t-shirt competition.
But he just took his jacket off me on Monday after I’d had it dry cleaned, smiled, said thank you and that was it.
It has left me confused and questioning how drunk I actually was and if it happened at all.
But I’m grateful because work is a dream.
I’ve honestly never been as happy and content.
I’m doing what I love, with people who have the same vision as me, and because of that, I’m walking on air when I enter the boardroom.
Fresh Yorkshire tea—the only tea you ever need in my opinion—in my favorite mug which says, You’re brew-tiful, and my iPad under my arm, ready for the briefing.
I take my seat next to Marcus, who scribbles something down on his notepaper before pushing it over to me.