Reya

　　I stop moving. I have lost all control of my body, as I stand frozen in the middle of the open office space. 

　　"What do you mean I am working for Mr. Sullivan?" I ask Stephanie. "The position offered was for an office administrative assistant. You know, the shared desk clump. What do you mean I am now Ry-, I mean Mr. Sullivan's 'personal' assistant?"

　　How am I going to get out of this? I can't work directly for Ryan. My chest is rising and ...