Hillary
“Oh, you’re new too. I need to see Ben, and this lady over here is giving me a lot of problems,” she says, her eyes landing on me.
The infamous Arianna.
She has dimples—just like me—and they twitch slightly when I tell her to give me a second.
Ben runs from her.
Does he want to see her?
What do I do?
Ask him.
“Arianna Briggs. Tell him that,” she calls after me as I walk into Ben’s office.
“Hi,” I exhale quietly, walking toward his desk. His head is buried in some document he’s reading.
“Hi, my wife,” he says before looking up with a smile.
I almost f*****g convulse.
Did he just call me his wife?
“Uhmmn… uhmmn…” my thoughts scatter. “Uhn… someone’s here for you—she’s Arianna,” I manage to say.
Ben’s expression drops. The smugness fades, replaced by a deep frown. He cl
