#Chapter 9-Representing Me

I want to crawl into a hole. I want to burst into tears and curl up into the fetal position, and just…pass away. What the hell has gotten into me lately? I can’t believe my mistake; I must be losing it. What, just because Daniel and Derek both have names that start with D, I sent the message to the wrong person? Think, Esme. You look crazy! My cheeks feel hot and red, and I don’t move an inch as I force myself to stare at my boss. There’s no easy way out of this, so the only way out is through. Truth-telling time. “I’m sorry, sir,” I start, breathing out very slowly. “I sent that text by mistake. It meant for someone else.” “I know that.” His brows crease at me, showing his frustration. But is that…anger? Why would he be angry about a mis-text? “It won’t happen again,” I insist. Derek sighs, leaning back in his chair to take me in. I feel my skin prickling again as I try to desperately keep myself together.