her head opened the heavy glass door。 ？Can I help you？？ she demanded suspiciously。
？I？m here about the job；？ Vanessa slurred。 ？The mom？s daughter；？ she paused momentarily
fumbling with the girl？s name。 ？Jasmine！ That？s it。 She told me to e and see her mom about a
job。 So I did。？
The maid frowned。 ？I see。 e in then。 The lady of the house will meet you in her office。？
Vanessa stomped through the marble foyer； past a sweeping staircase illuminated by a massive
crystal chandelier； and into a mahogany…paneled room lined with bookcases and furnished with
tasteful antiques。 She had no idea what the job in question was； but clearly this was a very
successful business…woman。 She was probably a busy executive in desperate need of a petent
personal assistant。 It was sure to be shit work； but artists always had to suffer for their art； unless
they wanted to make mercial shit like Ken Mogul。
？Please wait here；？ the maid instructed。
Vanessa perched on the edge of an ornate Art Deco wood chair。 The room was ever…so…slightly
spinning； and she gripped the seat tightly。Just don？t throw up ； she told herself。
？You my new friend？？
Vanessa looked up。 There was no one there。
Great； I？m so trashed I？m hearing voices。
？You my new friend？？ asked the voice again before dissolving into giggles。
？Wh…who？s there？？ Vanessa called out nervously。 The last thing she wanted was to be caught
talking to herself in front of her new boss。
？Are you a girl？？ another voice asked。
？Why don？t you have any hair？？ asked the first voice。
Twovoices？ How much had she had to drink？
Vanessa held her breath and listened。 She stood up。 Where were the voices i