Tell Me Lies: A Novel

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The problem is, Lucy, that you wrote an article about Cabo San Lucas and did not mention our Cabo San Lucas client, Las Ventanas al Paraiso. You are first and foremost an employee of The Suitest. Do you have any idea how this makes us look? What if Sonja sees this? I know Harry would agree, had he read the article, which clearly he has not.” Melissa’s lips are curled into a snarl, and I can see just how much she cherishes the opportunity to make me feel like an idiot. It’s disconcerting to hear so many spiteful words coming out of her mouth rather than seeing them typed out in long, pointed paragraphs on instant message. I can tell she’s pleased with herself for handling this offline. Lucy knows there’s something about Stephen that isn’t to be trusted. Stephen knows Lucy can’t tear herself away. And their addicting entanglement will have consequences they never could have imagined. Unfortunately Harry is no longer your supervisor,” she spits. “Nor does he lead the Las Ventanas account.” Nope! Years later, Lucy sees Stephen with his fiancée at Bree's wedding. Of course, he still follows Lucy afterward to flirt. Thankfully, Lucy isn't interested anymore, asking him instead if he knew Macy Peterson. He lies, telling her he doesn't recognize the name. Lucy walks away, finally feeling freed from her feelings for Stephen. How Does "Tell Me Lies" End? Melissa sneaks up on us without a greeting, her social awkwardness waning as she switches into boss mode.

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Stephen is charming, and he and Lucy begin having sexual encounters regularly. Lucy feels sexy for the first time, and her feelings grow for Stephen. She tells him about her mother's past actions — something she's never shared with anyone before — and feels closer to him than anyone. The unofficial couple attend a party together, but while there, Stephen kisses Diana in front of Lucy. Lucy leaves in tears, and when she coincidentally ends up sharing a cab with the couple on their way to Diana's, Stephen pretends he doesn't see her. You’re early,” Alanna sneers when I walk in. She’s really saying: You’re early but not earlier than me. Alanna is on a complete power trip because she’s an account manager and I’m an account executive, and she pretends to be my boss even though we both have the same boss, Melissa, director of sales. God, I hate titles in the corporate world. I am so serious, Lucy.” Melissa folds her pale, flabby arms and focuses her socially anxious gaze somewhere past my left shoulder. For my friend’s wedding in New Jersey? I’m a bridesmaid and the bridal lunch is today. I reminded you yesterday? I have to make the 11:02 out of Penn Station?” Everything I say ends up sounding like a question. I wish Melissa didn’t make me so nervous.But it hasn’t been easy with a side of simple; a year went by and the sole entry-level editorial opening was given to the publisher’s goddaughter. Vance, The Suitest’s editorial director and a friend of Harry’s, agreed to let me write a monthly post reviewing a local hotel bar or restaurant, but the stint didn’t last long. Once Melissa got wind that my review of the William Vale’s new rooftop bar had gone live on The Suitest, she informed Vance that I worked for her in the sales department and that I didn’t have time to be helping out with editorial projects. Harry says I shouldn’t worry so much, that I should be patient. Get Melissa to love me. Ha. Melissa hates me. No matter how hard I work or how much ad space I sell, Melissa will continue to hate me. Before you take off, I need to see you in my office.” Melissa uses every opportunity imaginable to let the world know she has an office now that she’s director of sales, even though her promotion was more than a year ago and even though her “office” is essentially a cubicle without a door, three feet from my own desk. Lucy, did you print the meeting agenda?” she asks tersely, averting her eyes. Melissa is on even more of a power trip than Alanna, which, coalesced with her social dysfunction, is a frightening combination. A twisted modern love story” ( Parade), Tell Me Lies is a sexy, thrilling novel about that one person who still haunts you—the other one. The wrong one. The one you couldn’t let go of. The one you’ll never forget.

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The class is full, of course, because Courtney is teaching and her classes book up at exactly 12:01 p.m. on Mondays, one minute after weekly sign-up opens online. I set an alarm for 11:55 a.m. on my phone every Monday, so I can be ready. I resist the overwhelming urge to roll my eyes. Melissa never misses an opportunity to remind everyone that she’s the one who landed us Expedia. I honestly have no idea how she pulled that off. Want to tell me what the hell this is?” Melissa swivels her laptop screen toward me, displaying an article on Departures.com: “Is It Worth It? The Risks We Take for Travel’s Sake” by Lucy Albright. I wake two minutes before my 5:45 a.m. alarm goes off, on instinct, like the neurotic, sleep-deprived New Yorker I’ve become. My head kills from the wine—Dane and I split two bottles with the dinner that I paid for—but I force myself out of bed anyway. Three Advil, two cups of coffee, and an Adderall and I’ll survive the day. And isn’t that what New York is all about anyway—surviving? Harry isn’t getting involved with Expedia,” Melissa tells me importantly, even though he attended last week’s meeting.The next semester, Stephen's last, he pursues Lucy again, claiming his and Diana's relationship is merely for convenience. Stephen's promise to Lucy that they can date publicly after his graduation, combined with an increase in romantic overtures, are enough to convince her to start seeing him again. They spend time together all summer, and Lucy finally feels secure in their relationship. Dane stirs in the bed while I’m putting on my Lululemons. The new ones—size 4, not the 2s from senior year. Ugh. By the time I get down to the street it’s 6:08, and I don’t trust the subway to get me uptown on time. I hail a cab. It’s irresponsible, spending ten dollars on transportation that could be free—work pays for my unlimited MetroCard—but I can’t miss Soul. I didn’t realize you were trying to be some kind of global health journalist.” Her face is practically twitching with rage or discomfort; I can’t tell which.

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Cardio is your friend!” Courtney is pedaling faster than anyone else in the class, a ginormous smile plastered to her face. I wonder where she gets the energy at 6:30 a.m. She probably didn’t stay up until one in the morning drinking copious amounts of sauvignon blanc and eating sweet potato fries with her new, hot, but slightly ridiculous maybe-boyfriend. Dane barely goes to work. He’ll probably lie in my bed for half the day watching surf videos on YouTube before turning his attention to his “remote marketing” job. I went to SoulCycle,” I say, watching her eat a strawberry Chobani. Alanna probably thinks she’s being healthy, but everyone knows those yogurts are loaded with sugar—you have to buy plain. But the distractions are not enough for Lucy to forget her mother's unforgivable act — or her childhood friend Macy Petersen's mysterious death years prior. Lucy and Macy were family friends growing up. Lucy took tennis lessons with Macy's older brother, Gabe, as a tween, and had her first real crush on him. The two eventually kissed, but Gabe told Lucy she was too young, breaking her heart. Two years later, Macy died in a car accident. Lucy questions Macy's death often, as it was reported that she had been driving drunk, but Macy had told Lucy earlier that night that she hadn't been drinking. Instead, Macy said she was instead leaving the party to see a secret boyfriend. I couldn’t have included Las Ventanas in the piece, Melissa. I work on the account. It would’ve been biased and unprofessional.”Weaving between perspectives, Carola Lovering’s addictive—and toxic—love story explores the pains of letting go... for good." ( Us Weekly) Oh, thank God,” she breathes, as though we’ve just avoided a nuclear war with Iran. “This needs to come down immediately.” After the client leaves I type up the meeting notes for Melissa and then remind her that I’m leaving early. She gives me a look like this is brand-new information, even though I told her a month ago and have reminded her every day this week. Sure.” Alanna hates being the one to get sent on errands, and I can feel her seething. That’s the one thing Alanna and I have in common—we both dislike Melissa, and Melissa seems to dislike both of us. I don’t care. If Sonja sees this we could lose the account. And if you’re trying to write I don’t know why you’re working in sales—”