
“Don’t play games, Kathryn, you obviously already know the answer to that question.” “It has been brought to my attention that I won’t be getting my four new interns this year. You’re being quick, remember?” She raises her eyebrow and I glare right back at her. “Of course you will.” I fake a smile, imagine myself slamming her head in the door as I walk through it. She marches to her office and opens the door in a rush.

She knows she’s indispensable and holy fuck, does she ride my ass. A complete computer geek, she designed our new software. I run my tongue over my teeth: this bitch has me over a barrel and she knows it. I swear she spends all weekend brainstorming ways to fuck up my Mondays. “Now is not the time for”-I put up my fingers to do fake quotation marks-“a word.” Intelligent, bossy, arrogant, and fucking annoying. The most infuriating staff member to have ever walked the earth. My nostrils flare and I turn toward the voice, and there she stands.

I pretend not to see her and turn toward Courtney, my PA. The elevator doors open and I stride out, glance up, and catch her in my peripheral vision. I stuff my phone back in my pocket and exhale heavily, not in the mood for her shit today.


I stare at the numbers above the door as they go down with each floor I drop my phone vibrates in my pocket, I take it out, it’s from Christopher. Next time you say the alphabet, remember its power. Within those twenty-six letters, I found myself and live my dream. For those twenty-six letters have changed my life. I would like to dedicate this book to the alphabet. The quality of being thankful readiness to show appreciation for, and to return kindness. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Īmazon, the Amazon logo, and Montlake are trademarks of, Inc., or its affiliates.Ĭover photography by Wander Aguiar Photography Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
