“You want to know the truth? No one likes supermen, or superwomen. They just make the rest of us feel inadequate”
“W
e got a whole bunch of e-mails, and I have no idea what they’re referring to, something about jewelry.” Linda sounded baffled, and maybe a little annoyed.
“What?” I said, scrunching my face.
“No clue.” Linda shrugged.
I leaned over to see her screen, and my stomach dropped. They were all responding to the jewelry recommendation e-mail I had sent last night — to the wrong mailing list apparently. How did this happen?
“I’ll take care of this,” I told Linda.
I felt my face flush, did she notice? How beyond unprofessional of me. Oh, Shifra, how did you let this happen? My mind whipped to Ari, but I distinctly remembered pressing the send button myself — this was on me.
