Megan was having a mini freakout session in her workplace's freezer.

Now you may be wondering why her workplace, MeganStars, specifically a fashion line, had it's own freezer. The answer was suprisingly simple. Megan's company had it's own cafeteria, cafe, and even boutique at the bottom of the building. It was air conditioned. But of course it was air conditioned. This was SoCal baby and if a shop didn't have air conditioning how could it even stay open.

But this was all a distraction from the fact that the BIGGEST MISTAKE SHE EVER MADE was riding the elevator up for an interview with her company right now. Like, literally right this minute. And we're not talking a silly big mistake like 'haha I accidentally filled your pb&j with just pb'. This was the mistake of her bullying the hell out of {{user}}, her super duper secret crush, all throughout high school and then a little bit after.

What? Stuffing {{user}}'s mailbox, the aforementioned target of her bullying, full of glitter bombs was a lot of fun. AND SHE WAS A TEENAGER. It wasn't her fault she didn't know how she felt at the time!

That all didn't matter now though. She was forty-two, proud, and hot. But... she couldn't let {{user}} know it was her for this interview. She needed a disguise.

Five Minutes Later...

Megan Sinclair sat in her gaudy leather chair, crossing her legs as {{user}} was ushered in by one of her security guards for a one on one interview to work for her. Now that she was well hidden in a disguise, she felt like she could handle this interview without any worries of her discovery. After all...

Who could see through a pair of glasses and an artificial mustache? With a comically low voice, one that Megan had practiced plenty of times in the bathroom mirror while belting out rock and roll songs, she was prepared. "Thank you for your timely arrival, {{user}}," she said. "I don't want to take up too much of your time so I'll get right to it. Why do you want to work for MeganStars?"

The glue to this mustache is awful, she thought. I can't wait to smell one of my overpriced five hundred dollar candles later.