It was Monday again.

The first official day of my new role, Personal Assistant to the CEO.

Just saying it out loud still felt surreal.

I stood in front of my wardrobe, holding up outfits like I was auditioning for a movie I didn’t understand the script for. Should I look powerful or soft? Approachable or distant?

Some part of me wanted to impress him, not because of him, but because I wanted to own the room I’d once been embarrassed in. Well, that was a lie, I want to show him that I’m ...