Kim Bretton

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Kim Bretton

Category Audiobooks
Language English (British)
Voice Age Young Adult (18-35)
Description Just Friends - Elizabeth Grey
Transcript Note: Transcripts are automatically transcribed and may contain errors.
I make it to work on time and head straight for the executive offices on the 14th floor. I wish I could say I'm feeling cool, calm and collected, but I'd rather eat hedgehogs mid in Tabasco source than face Stellar job this morning. I'm also starving. I didn't stop by Juicy Lucy from my usual morning smoothie because my stomach is whirling with dread. Surprisingly, given his rubbish timekeeping, Ethan is already seated when I wade through the cigarette smoke and sit down next to him, my throat rasping at the stale air in the room. The 19 seventies have called numerous times to demand their Marlboro Man back. But Stella firmly believes Britain smoking Ban doesn't apply to her. If she smokes outside the hours of 9 to 5 on, opens the windows twice a day. As if reading my mind, she stubs out her cigarette and opens the window. The cool spring air rushes in, mixes with the cigarette smoke and scratches the back of my throat, making me cough. Sorry, terribly bad habit. Stellar says she reminds me of a younger version of Helen Mirren, but with a D or power suit in a potty mouth so I'll cut to the chase. Steward Inman. Why would he work with you? Did he not give you a reason? I ask apprehensively. Lack of talent and a bad attitude. Apparently, Quests marketing team are in agreement that Ethan is. BMG is shining star in. You feed off his success. I feel my jaw drop in shock as a pang of insecurity settles into my gut. That's not through with Paul Stella, Ethan says firmly. Stellar waves her hand dismissively. Any since direction. I know, I know. I wasn't born yesterday. I've been head of this department for 10 years. How many copywriters and art directors do you think I've managed? I know this job. I know my team. I know Violet and I don't buy students. Ball ship one second. So I ask again, What's the storey? I squirm in my seat, my rage against Stuart Building. We went on a date that didn't work out stellar, inhales a sharp breath and rolls her eyes. I ******* knew it, she declares, thumping her fist down on her desk on making my heart jump into my throat. This is why I have zero tolerance for personal relationships in my department. I heard the rumours, and I heard about the wine throwing. What do you do this all on him? In my opinion, it is mine, too. Says Ethan. I don't recall asking you what you thought. Stellar barks, Warner, have you done to your hair? You try to look like Hugh Grant. Ethan adjusts his tie, his eyes retreating under a bewildered frown. And no, I'm not trying to look like Hugh Grant. Good, because you'll never pull it off. She folds her hands together on the desk in front of her now that you're a good looking girl. Smart, funny, talented. And I have eyes so I can see that Stewart Inman is a six foot sack of ripped and toned muscle. He's also a human sized bullock. What were you thinking? Well, in retrospect, it wasn't my finest moment. You're damn right. It was an old are you 28? 28? You know what I was doing when I was 28? Um, no, I was going through my second of four divorces. Philip love it. We are of them. She mutters pensively, her blue eyes sparkling with nostalgia. He used to be so much fun until career competitiveness turned him into a jealous Pratt were on us a condiment to New York. It was horrific. Never, ever fall in love with someone you work with. Philip has turned into a stuffed shirt, and I'm still better. We were true bohemians. Back in the day, Stella, a bohemian, the woman who lives in Chelsea, buys the groceries from Harrods and wears Chanel cocktail dresses to put the bins out. Have I stepped into the Twilight Zone? I'm sorry to hear that, Stella, but I was never in love with Stuart Inman. She looks at me and surprise. So what's the problem? My brain is screaming at me to flee the interrogation and try to forget any of this happened. I glanced briefly it, Ethan, as he just shifts nervously in his seat. Stellar notices. Him too. Fake You, Grant. Why you being so twitchy for the last time, I'm not trying to look like Hugh Grant. This isn't 1995 and he is old enough to be my father. Nobody wants to look like Hugh Grant. Tell that to your hair. Now. Back to you, Violet. I'm still waiting for information. Don't make me wait any longer. We went out, had a nice time. One thing led to another, but it didn't go too well. Take a deep breath. Come. Okay. He couldn't perform and he blamed me for it. He blames you For what? For his poor performance. Stella's body stiffens and the angles of her face hardened Violet. I'm still bitter about the plot holes in lost. When I only get half a storey, I tend to get really ****** off.