Social Girl

Simon's Back

10/10 An apple a day keeps the doctor away! #SocialGirl #marketing #protip

Work Life Balance isn't an unattainable yoga position, it's the most important objective a good marketer can set for herself! Doing social marketing the right way requires a lot of energy output, but before a girl can put out, she needs to be energized from within. Only by putting her own needs first can she look after the needs of others, and do social right.

EVELYN PRATT

The day of
Friday, June 12, 2015, 9:15am

"That was... you're just... mmmmmm." Keith lifts his head from the pillow and looks down at me. He exhales heavily and tries again. "Thank you for that Oscar winning performance. You've left me without speech. Marry me, and don't return to your home world, my alien sex goddess?"

"I'll think about it puny human," I say with a light laugh, and turn my face to kiss the tip of his soft, quickly shrinking penis. "You performed admirably. I'd say you get at least a sixty-five percent on Rotten Tomatoes."

"Everyone's a critic, but I'll— Hey! Get back here!"

Keith lunges to trap me in his arms before I roll off the bed, but his muscles are still too languid. I hop down easily and get a hard pinch on the ass instead. I unplug my phone from its charger and head to the bathroom.

Keith's hopeful voice follows me. "Do you have to go? Maybe you could call in sick!"

I may have considered his suggestion if I didn't see that I'd missed a call from my Chief Marketing Officer, Helen Thurman, Adrienne's soon-to-be ex-boss, which makes Helen my Boss boss. Helen's call won't be related to the morning meetings I cancelled at the last minute due to a personal emergency AKA fucking Keith's brains out, so I'm intrigued.

"Not today, lover. I'll save the sick card for next time."

Keith's groan of disappointment barely registers. I sit down to pee and send Helen a text.

EVELYN: Wrapping up personal emergency. Urgent?

Maybe Adrienne is having second thoughts and she's not going to leave, after all. I scroll through email to see if anything came in that could tip me off to what Helen's call was about. Ugh. My inbox is full of so much crap. Four new RFPs –won't be doing those! Confirmation on a customer site visit to Grapevine, TX. That could be fun. Oh this is interesting, an analyst briefing with—

My phone vibrates with Helen's reply.

HELEN: FYI. Marc Oduwa backed out. Simon Wells is stepping in until we find a permanent replacement.

My insides clench in an involuntary Kegel, making me stop mid-tinkle.

Simon Wells is coming back to Boston.

I read Helen's text again. And again. Did she really say that? I need to know for sure.

EVELYN: Remote or onsite?

I haven't seen or talked to Simon since he left and that was what, three-and-a-half years ago? Why would he be willing to come back to Boston now? Surely he knows that I'm still here. I'm the only thing in this godforsaken city worth coming to visit. He could've come back, or been in touch before this, at any time.

Simon Wells may be coming back to Boston. I need to know, because it could change everything.

I wait five more minutes but Helen doesn't reply.

Stupid drone bitch. Drops a bomb and then disappears.

Keith, naked, walks into the bathroom. I remember when he first told me that he was a grower and not a show-er. I laughed and told him to prove it. Even now, I still can't decide if I'm more disappointed by him or whether I like being regularly surprised by how big he gets.