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Lila Reynolds has turned her life around , but her
Anonymous
Apr 21
Scenario:Lila Reynolds has turned her life around, but her new boss, Ethan Chambers, pushes all her buttons - but as they begin to spend more time together, their relationship becomes much more than professional.
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I’m sitting in the lobby of the Chambers Corporation, waiting to be called in for what may very well be the most important job interview of my life.
For the first time since I saw the posting for the Administrative Assistant position on Indeed, I’m nervous.
I’d never heard of the company before, but a quick Google search revealed that it’s a subsidiary of Smitty, Inc.
Smitty is a Fortune 500 company with offices across the globe.
I have high hopes for this job, and not just because it would allow me to leave my current employer.
This could be an opportunity to work for a company where I can move up rather than just move on.
I’m also anxious to meet my potential new boss, Ethan Chambers.
I’ve Googled him more times than I can count since being invited to interview for the position.
The man is gorgeous, tall and lean with blue eyes and dark hair that always looks like he’s been running his fingers through it.
From what I’ve read, he’s both ambitious and charming.
The perfect boss, if you ask me.
“Lila Reynolds,” the receptionist calls out from behind her desk.
“Ethan Chambers will see you now.”
I stand and smooth my hands down the front of my skirt.
It’s not that I have any reason to think I won’t get this job—I have all the qualifications they’re looking for and then some—but I can’t shake the feeling that this interview could change things for me in a big way.
For all that being sober has given me over the past few years—more than I could have ever dreamed—it’s still hard not to feel like an imposter sometimes.
Like maybe I don’t deserve to have my life back on track or to be happy.
Like someone is going to catch on at any moment and take it all away again.
It doesn’t help that whenever I hear my full name spoken out loud, it makes my heart race with anxiety.
“Lila Reynolds, come on down!”
The first time I heard those words, I was standing at the top of a staircase inside a crumbling old frat house.
I’d been living in The House for a few months by that point.
I’d been sleeping with the guy who ran the place and getting high with his friends.
I’d convinced myself I was happy.
That I was getting exactly what I wanted out of life.
But as I stared down at the crowd of people gathered in the living room below me—girls who looked just like me and men who looked just like the one I’d been spending my nights with—I realized how wrong I was.
It wasn’t what I wanted.
I needed something more from my life than this, but I didn’t know how to make it happen.
I was lost and empty and so afraid that I would never feel anything real ever again.
In a haze of tears and booze and drugs, I walked out of The House and left that side of me behind.
