Page 11 of Accidentally Amy

What was I going to do?

I unwrapped my hamburger and kind of wanted to cry. I’d finally found what seemed like the perfect job, with a company that was considered to be the best place to work in the entire freaking world, and I’d totally blown myself up. I’d somehow managed to lie to and insult a vice president on my very first day.

As if that weren’t enough of an aww-shit sandwich, I was so profoundly disappointed in AVP Blake’s awful character arc that I could cry. He’d started off the day like some dashing hero in a rom-com, attractive and charming and filled with promise, but then, in an instant, he’d shown himself to be a pompous, arrogant, judgmental jerk.

A jerk who would most likely be firing me the following day.

Is it possible to salvage this?I wanted to believe there was a chance, but he’d looked disgusted with mebeforeI’d behaved like a child. There was no way in hell he was going to be okay with me working for him after the lie and the “nope.”

No way.

A knot formed in my stomach at the thought of job hunting; Ihatedjob hunting. It was the worst ingoodtimes, but in this tough market, where even the overqualified were struggling to get hired, it was a nightmare.

And how was I going to explain this to a potential employer? As someone whose career tasks often included interviewing candidates, I was incredibly aware of the question mark that would now be on my employment record.

Because by leaving Ellis off my résumé (which I wouldhaveto do since explaining away a one-day stint wasn’t an option), it was going to look as if I’d left my former job of two years without having anything else lined up.

Which was a total red flag in my book.

It suggested things like forced resignation, impulsiveness, orat best, a person who navigated her life without any sort of a plan.

And damn it—I was none of those things.

I was a planner, a rule follower, a freaking model employee who worked her ass off in whatever role she was given, for God’s sake.

Yet suddenly it didn’t matter.

Congratulations, you latte-stealing loser.

I shoved a fistful of fries into my mouth before grabbing my phone and checking for messages.Nothing.Because I was a homebody who didn’t have much of a social life, it wasn’t uncommon for me to be messageless on a Monday evening.

But tonight it stung more than usual.

Because after a day full of promise that had slowly reduced itself to merely a new job that I would probably be losing, the lack of messages felt like a pathetic exclamation point on my life.

Chapter Six

Blake

Seriously?

I couldn’t believe it was her.

I’d purposely avoided Scooter’s in order to avoid running intoher, yet here she was, Scooter’s Amy, standing in front of me in the 6:30 a.m. line at Peet’s Coffee.

Wonderful.

She hadn’t noticed me yet, thank God, so I kept my eyes on my phone in hopes of keeping that whole invisibility thing going. I’d just finished my run and wanted to take a coffee home with me while I showered and got ready for work, but she looked ready for work already.

High heels, sleek ponytail, black laptop bag.

On a side note, why would she be going in so early on her second day? I knew Pam rarely showed up before nine, so the only thing she could be doing with a two-hour head start was shopping for shoes while attempting to appear hardworking.

Which was on-brand for the person I thought she probably was.

Shedidsmell really fucking good, though; I’d give her that. Whatever scent she wore wasn’t too flowery, wasn’t too sweet, yet smelled like something I wanted to hyperventilate on.

I kept my eyes trained on my inbox until she ordered.

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