Chapter 9

Monday started with another rejection for a job she had applied for.

Sutton stared at the email on her screen… it was short. She wasn’t suitable for the role. What a joke. She could write code in her sleep. Just because she was a model didn’t make her stupid.

She sat there for a second longer than she should’ve, cursor hovering over the trash icon. Then she hit delete. Because if she didn’t, she might have replied to their email in a very unprofessional way. She was ready to scream every version of frustration in her head before she even logged in.

Stacey, sitting beside her, heard her sigh. “You okay?”

The younger girl worked on reception with her. Three days a week.

“Hmm...” Sutton turned and looked at the woman.

“I asked if you were okay... You let out a huge sigh? Bad news?”

“No... No bloody news, more like it.”

“What?”

Sutton shook her head. “Nothing. It’s not important.” Well, it was, but she wasn’t about to talk about it.