Lilly Look At Me

"Okay," I agree softly. "I'll go."

I feel weightless as he drops my hand before sliding both of his around my

waist. I reach for his shoulders to steady myself. I doubt that my feet will

support me so I'm grateful that he's carrying the brunt of my weight.

I don't turn to look at the audience. I can hear my name being tossed out

but anything beyond that is unintelligible and lost beneath the low hums of

the people standing on the stage. I know they all are thinking the same

thing. The reckless abandon of my pose in the picture, and the fact that I

had a broad smile on my face as I held open my barista uniform to reveal

my nude breasts, draws instant conclusions. They all think I'm a joke. No

one in the tech world will ever take me seriously after this.

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