Chapter 12

There was that smile again! It was more akin to a grimace. “Me too, Oliver. And there’s always hope business will get better, and when we start calling people back, you’ll be at the top of the list. That is, if someone else hasn’t already snatched you up.”

Ollie stood.

“Thank you for all your contributions.” And then with a nod to Amanda Priestly of The Devil Wears Pradafame, she said, “That’s all.”

Ollie wanted to snicker one more time as he left her office.

He returned to the office he’d occupied for the last several years, recalling the day he had moved into it, when Marcia herself had given him the news he had been promoted to creative director. It had been a happy day for him, the culmination of his dreams.

Wait. Rewind

And once again he laughed, because the memory was false and he knew it. Although he couldn’t put his finger on precisely what his dreams were, they weren’t this. He had plodded along here, doing work he’d never really cared about.