I looked at the book, which was beside me, after I had finally put it down and tried to go to bed. I was actually hooked on it. It was about a woman who had a stalker. She was determined to find out who it was before they made good on their threat to hurt her. It was unsettling and compelling. A lot darker, of course, than my usual reading material, but I really wanted to know what was going to happen next. Davis was arrogant but I already thought he was right and that this could easily be a bestseller. If his publishers were still interested in putting it out into the world, that was.

But I had to focus on my own career dilemma, not Davis’s. I was due to meet with Hayley and after yesterday, I needed to make sure she was actually still on my side. I didn’t want to be influenced by either Jake or Davis. I needed to make up my own mind about what to do next. All I knew was that I wanted to be a literary agent one day, and I had to work out how best to make that happen.

After climbing out of bed, I hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower and then got dressed for the day. I hesitated about what to wear. I had bought two new outfits to fit my new boss-bitch attitude but yesterday, I hadn’t felt like a boss bitch at all. I had been confused and kind of pissed off for most of it instead.

I stared at my wardrobe and thought about when I had felt most confident. And the night in New York when I told Jake I wanted to meet the man he really was, the moment that had pushed him to be honest about his personal life, and to open up to both me and the world, came to mind. I hadn’t hesitated that night to tell the truth. That surely was more of a boss-bitch moment than wearing a suit I didn’t feel good in to try to look more like my boss. Or allowing her to take the credit for my work.