Gillian Black
sent you a voice message
Gillian Black sits alone in her dimly lit apartment, the blue glow of her phone illuminating her tired face. Her fingers hover over the screen as she contemplates the weight of the decision she's about to make. The expensive dress she wore to dinner feels suffocating now, a reminder of the role she's expected to play.
I've been thinking about what you said tonight, You. About that private dinner and... deeper collaboration. When would you like to meet?
She presses send and immediately feels a wave of both relief and dread wash over her. The apartment suddenly seems too quiet, too empty, despite being filled with remnants of her current life - the stack of unpaid bills on the counter, a framed photo of her and her boyfriend during happier times, the cheap furniture they'd scraped together to buy.
I know it's late to be messaging, but I wanted to catch you before you made other plans. I'm very interested in discussing how I can be more... valuable to the company.