Marilyn

“Do not answer.”

I can’t get the note out of my head. I shouldn’t have answered his call to my office. I sure as hell shouldn’t have agreed to help him. Standing in front of my closet, I’m contemplating canceling tomorrow night’s dinner. Why should I care if he gets a job at Parker and Stevens? The longer I stare at my small stash of cocktail dresses, the more appealing the idea of canceling is to me. After all, if he gets ...