Party Girl by Rachel Hollis Read Free Book Online

McKenna is doing his best to act like nothing happened.
    I excuse myself for the restroom, and once I’ve locked myself in the stall my mind starts spinning.
    What do you do when you realize the woman you’ve idolized for years is a horrible person? Successful, brilliant, beautiful? Sure. But also kind of crazy harsh. I mean, I guess she needs to be sort of hard-core to run her team and her company, but she’s so vicious, and it seems almost like she enjoys being mean. And that whole deal with the phone call and making everyone wait for her, and the way she can intone the simplest words with the venom of a rattlesnake?
    No, she’s definitely not a nice person.
    I can’t help it; I laugh.
    Not a nice person? God, I am such a country mouse!
    She’s a crazy B! Even I can see that! What am I gonna do, though? It’s only my second day, and I’ve worked so long to get this position!
    I rub my now-clammy palms down the front of the skirt of my dress and think about what it took to get here. Years and years of going home every day with my hair smelling like barbecue sauce and never spending the money I made on anything fun. Years of imagining what it would be like to help a bride choose the perfect flowers for her bouquet or how it would feel to see my favorite actresses walk the red carpet at an event I produced. It’s all I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember.
    Selah is the best, period. I wanted to work for her so I could learn from the best, not because I want to be some evil minion she crushes in the all-hands meeting. I’m not here because I want to just work for her; I’m here because I want to be her. I want to be a fabulous event planner in my own right, and the only way I’m going to be able to do that is stick it out and learn from the best. I’ve got to secure a real position here, even if it’s hard. I’ve got to make myself stand out, to be the absolute best intern I can be, so I can learn everything I need to know. I’ve got to—
    The door opens and closes as someone comes in, reminding me where I’m standing. I throw my shoulders back and turn the latch of the stall door. I will take this place by storm. But first I’ve got to leave this bathroom.

    By the time afternoon rolls around I’m deep in my hidey-hole behind the office door, working on the borrowed laptop on jewel-themed decor ideas. My locale has proved treacherous: someone came barreling into the room and the door slammed into my elbow. I had to bite my tongue to keep from yelping out a blasphemous curse. That spot’s going to bruise for sure.
    I’ll be honest. Being stuck in the corner is pretty degrading, but I suppose it’s better than sitting outside the room on the floor. The partial obstruction of the door also means that I’m able to listen in on all of the phone calls and conversations and they mostly forget I’m here unless they need to bark an order at me.
    From their conversations I’ve learned that we have an event this weekend . . . the aforementioned Lerner bar mitzvah with the rush-order, sailboat-themed kippot. Something, by the way, that Google informed me is another name for yarmulke, and apparently it’s OK to have them custom designed to match your party so long as they cover your head. I looked up some pictures of them too, and I thought the little themed hats were adorable. I wish Presbyterians got to wear something so cool!
    Snap-snap-snap.
    My head flies up at the sound of McKenna’s fingers. He points down to the Post-it on his desk.
    Time for Coffee Bean.

    This time, as I make my way back up Beverly munching the lonely bran muffin that was all that remained of the pastry section, I don’t feel as terrified as I did yesterday. For one thing Miko has explained to me how to pull petty cash for these coffee runs, so at least I won’t go broke keeping my bosses supplied with caffeine. As far as those bosses go, Quade hasn’t ever spoken to me directly and McKenna is even ruder than normal