The Fallen Salesgirl - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Ten long days in the county hospital left me hollowed out—physically healed but emotionally shattered. When I finally dragged myself back to my city apartment, I might as well have been a ghost haunting my own life.
The compensation from Richard Winston's crew meant I wouldn't starve, but money couldn't fill the void. For three endless months, I became a prisoner of my four walls—barely eating, barely sleeping, just drowning in memories until my reflection startled me.
The weight melted off until I looked like some tragic Victorian heroine—all sharp collarbones, haunted eyes, and that ridiculous contrast between my gaunt frame and unchanged curves. My new silhouette turned simple grocery runs into gauntlets of lingering stares and slimy pickup lines. Eventually, I stopped going out altogether.
Then Vivian Lowell blew into my gloom like a hurricane in designer heels.
Arm-in-arm with Leonard Roland—our unfairly handsome GM—she practically glowed with happiness. Leonard played the concerned boss checking on his employee, but his eyes widened when he saw me in my ratty nightgown. To his credit, he recovered fast, staring politely at the ceiling like it held corporate secrets.
Vivian bubbled over with updates—she'd dumped her "broke, temper-tantrum ex" and upgraded spectacularly to Leonard. When I mumbled about my own disastrous life, she squeezed my hands. "Natalie, look at you! That runaway act did wonders—you're all delicate and mysterious now!"
Her pity party invitation came with beachfront luxury—Leonard's sprawling villa complete with private pool. The place screamed money, but the real shock came after dark.
Heading to say goodnight, I stumbled upon them in the living room—Vivian riding Leonard like she owned him, their mouths locked in some obscene dance. The man had linebacker shoulders and the endurance to match. When Vivian caught me gaping, she didn't miss a beat—just winked before sliding to her knees with the enthusiasm of a kid attacking an ice cream sundae.
I knew I should leave. My feet disagreed.
The compensation from Richard Winston's crew meant I wouldn't starve, but money couldn't fill the void. For three endless months, I became a prisoner of my four walls—barely eating, barely sleeping, just drowning in memories until my reflection startled me.
The weight melted off until I looked like some tragic Victorian heroine—all sharp collarbones, haunted eyes, and that ridiculous contrast between my gaunt frame and unchanged curves. My new silhouette turned simple grocery runs into gauntlets of lingering stares and slimy pickup lines. Eventually, I stopped going out altogether.
Then Vivian Lowell blew into my gloom like a hurricane in designer heels.
Arm-in-arm with Leonard Roland—our unfairly handsome GM—she practically glowed with happiness. Leonard played the concerned boss checking on his employee, but his eyes widened when he saw me in my ratty nightgown. To his credit, he recovered fast, staring politely at the ceiling like it held corporate secrets.
Vivian bubbled over with updates—she'd dumped her "broke, temper-tantrum ex" and upgraded spectacularly to Leonard. When I mumbled about my own disastrous life, she squeezed my hands. "Natalie, look at you! That runaway act did wonders—you're all delicate and mysterious now!"
Her pity party invitation came with beachfront luxury—Leonard's sprawling villa complete with private pool. The place screamed money, but the real shock came after dark.
Heading to say goodnight, I stumbled upon them in the living room—Vivian riding Leonard like she owned him, their mouths locked in some obscene dance. The man had linebacker shoulders and the endurance to match. When Vivian caught me gaping, she didn't miss a beat—just winked before sliding to her knees with the enthusiasm of a kid attacking an ice cream sundae.
I knew I should leave. My feet disagreed.
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