Sell Me.
I got into the office at around ten, Michelle was already waiting with my coffee and the weekend report. She had been my secretary for a little over two years and was constantly forcing me to raise her salary. I was certain that she had managed to climb her way to being the highest paid secretary in the country. And it wasn’t through malicious acts, but by being that good at her job. She was a mixed race woman in her early thirties, she was the perfect blend of Dominican and American. She wasn’t what you would typically describe as a Latino, but she was almost there. ”Sunday was a good day for a chance,” she began, ”How was your weekend?” ”Saturday I fished off the coast with a buddy, and yesterday I led a …