KEVIN AND JENN

JENNIFER

When her boss stopped by at Tim Hortons for a quick lunch, she made it clear that punctuality was part of the job description.

"You were late. In my experience, that could lose the client." Jennifer nodded and looked away. Her heels were starting to hurt and she could think of ten million other things she'd rather be doing than listening to her boss complain.

Like how many views she was getting on Wattpad.

"Jennifer?" She blinked twice. "Jennifer, did you hear what I said?" Her boss had finally picked up her sandwich and diabetes-inducing ice capp.

"Yes!" she answered immediately with undue enthusiasm. "Of course!" Her parents had no idea why she put up with such a cut throat boss. She wasn't paid enough to be pushed around by an old and outdated woman.

"Alright?" her boss answered in a strange tone, "I thought you'd be more upset than that?"

"What?" Jennifer doubled back. Did she just get fired and completely miss it? "Did you just fire me?"

"No." her boss responded, as if speaking to an impatient child. "I'll be telling your manager that you came in late today."

Jennifer's expression didn't change. She tried to sound crestfallen when in truth, she didn't really care. "Okay."

Four hours later and she was clocking her head against her office wall. "Assistant Social Media Manager," read her title on a fancy, metallic plaque.

"The metrics of the Hudson Bay account are excellent. Where do you think we should go next, Jenn?"

"Shoot me now," she muttered under her breath. Then, in a clear voice that could be picked up on the microphone,

"The next step is to diversify into specific types of products and create message that caters to their main

customers..."

When she finally hit "end" on the phone, it was nearly 5:15 PM. She was ready to chuck herself out the window in frustration. Jennifer felt as though she'd been caged in her office for years instead of hours.

"5:30 at Starbucks?" So he had seriously decided to reply? This guy had guts and a good memory. She was more interested in a martini than a coffee though. Something to shut herself up instead of wind her down.

Sighing to herself, she grabbed her keys and phone and locked her office. Whenever she heard footsteps, she ducked her head so she wouldn't have to greet them.

Sure. She loved communicating. That's why she was in social media. But it drove her insane sometimes, the unnecessary amount of rambling corporate managers did just to make one simple point. They wanted more views?

Done. Less? Done. She hated having to listen to them stumble and ooo and ah and scramble their memory for that perfect word sitting just on the tip of their tongue.

There was a large frown sitting on her face as she walked to the elevator. If he pissed her off for a second she was skipping coffee and heading straight to the bar.