In the midst of the afternoon magazine shoot, Sheila started being a total diva.
She kept sending Ellinor on errands, having her run up and down the building like a hamster in a wheel.
But Ellinor saw this coming a mile away, so it didn't really rock her boat.
She figured she was quick on her feet, so she took it as a form of exercise.
She didn't agree to be Sheila's assistant for the dough, but because she wanted a front-row seat to how Sheila and Tracy got where they are today.
She bet her bottom dollar that Sheila and Tracy had done some shady stuff to get ahead.
Sticking close to Sheila seemed like the best way to sniff out some dirt.
By the time the shoot wrapped up, night had already fallen.
Instead of hopping into Sheila's car, Ellinor decided to hail a cab home.
"Ellinor! Where the hell do you think you're going? Who said you could leave?"
Sheila's needle-sharp voice echoed again, clearly not done with Ellinor.
Ellinor coolly turned around and said, "Isn't it time for me to clock out?"
Sheila snorted, "Who said you could clock out? There's no set off-time for personal assistants; you're off only when your boss is done!"
Ellinor took it in stride and asked, "So, have you got other work lined up?"
Sheila haughtily said, "No more work! But I have an upscale dinner to attend tonight and you're coming with me. You might learn a thing or two!"
An upscale dinner?
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