Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2) by Aubrey Bondurant

Author:Aubrey Bondurant [Bondurant, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aubrey Bondurant
Published: 2015-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

It was like every other pitch day. I arrived early at the client site, excused myself to go to the restroom, and there pulled my hair back quickly while upchucking breakfast into the toilet in front of me. Thankfully, I was alone in the women’s bathroom. But even if I hadn’t been, I’d long ago perfected the art of keeping quiet. Putting a few seat covers over the top of the water helped muffle the sound and minimized the splashing. The last thing I needed was to have anything land on my Jimmy Choo shoes or conservative, “consultant approved,” black Chanel suit. I’d learned over the years to eat something starchy and drink a lot of water. It hurt my throat less that way and came up a lot easier. As an added bonus, I wouldn’t have the calories later.

Great, now I was thinking like a bulimic teenage girl. If only it was that easily controlled, I thought and then winced. Oh, sure, judge someone else’s disorder while I battled my own on a daily basis. Nice one, Sasha.

I steadied my breathing and visualized the pitch deck I was about to give the clients. I didn’t think of Vanessa being insecure around women. I didn’t think about the dress code or Brian. Instead, I cleared my mind and proceeded into the zone like I always did.

But first always came this. After flushing, I came out of the stall, pulled the toothbrush from my purse for a quick brush, touched up my makeup, and put in my earbuds. My song choice for today was a personal favorite: Titanium by David Guetta. I let the words wash over me for the duration of the three minute song and took a final look at myself. I was the vice president for Gamble Advertising out of the New York office for a reason. I was successful, confident, and I would kill this presentation. I visualized it, rolled my shoulders, and put on my game face.

Coming out of the ladies’ room, I smoothed down my long skirt and then walked the short distance back to the reception area. There I smiled at Charlie and Logan, who were waiting, and reassured them that everyone would do great.

Brian joined us in the lobby a couple minutes later. I’d been relieved that he hadn’t come in last night as I was neurotic when it came to pitch day and didn’t want the distraction. I’d always heard about NFL players having quirky traditions or throwing up before the big day. Well, this was my playoffs, and I was the quarterback. The pitch was my sweet spot, and we’d been preparing for weeks. I was damn good at it, and now that I’d put my anxiety into a box, the adrenaline was kicking in. I was ready.

We all filed into the conference room. It was show time. Introductions were made, and I officially met Vanessa. She was upper-thirties, petite in stature, with dark brown hair pulled back in a severe bun.

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