It’s always been yes. Yes, I’ll be your friend. Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend. Yes, I’ll move in with you. Yes, yes, yes. I can’t just change my mind now. Can I?
Hailey has always been told she can have it all. And saying yes to every opportunity that comes her way seems like the obvious way to make sure she gets it.
When she finds an engagement ring hidden in her boyfriend Dom’s closet, she knows she’ll say yes.
Her best friend Sophie suggests they run a marathon together and although Hailey hasn’t done more than sprint for a bus in years, she says yes.
And every time her new boss, the infamous Vivian Jones, asks her to stay late (again) at her dream job, the answer is always yes.
But somewhere between saying ‘yes’ to Vivian’s latest demands and still trying to make it home on time for boxsets and burritos on the sofa with Dom, Hailey has lost sight of what she really wanted in the first place.
Far from winning at life, Hailey feels like she is fighting to juggle two very different worlds. When those worlds finally collide, could having it all actually mean losing everything?
Fans of Mhairi McFarlane, Holly Bourne and The Devil Wears Prada will adore this funny, heart-felt and honest look at navigating those moments in life where you reach a crossroads and have to decide who and what it is you want to be.
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Elizabeth Neep was born in 1990 in Derbyshire and now lives in London Bridge. After studying Law at the University of Nottingham and the University of New South Wales, she worked in magazine journalism, most noticeably writing for Dazed and Confused and PETRIe. Elizabeth now works as a non-fiction Senior Commissioning Editor and writes and paints in her spare time.
Prologue
The Moment
Some moments split time in two. The moments where you experience something so monumental that for a brief period the past and the present cease to exist and all that remains is before and after. I saw her bare shoulder before I saw her breast. Her cascading hair before I saw her face. Grey strands laced within expensive blonde fell onto the torso of a man half her age. A man who looked nothing like her husband, nothing like the man who had smiled beside her in every glossy feature in every magazine. I knew I should look away. But the light escaping from her glass sanctuary through the gap in her blinds and out into the dark open-plan office kept beckoning me in, like a moth to a flame. I’d never seen anyone else have sex before. Not in real life. This looked nothing like I expected. Not loving and tender but hungry and hurried; not so much stealing a moment as mugging it, taking it for all it was worth. The man laid beneath her had long brown hair that clashed against her own with every bite and kiss. The table they lay on was as transparent as the shard of glass I could see through, the blinds failing to block them from the empty office floor surrounding. The almost empty office. I looked down at the papers in my hand, the only reason I had passed by here in the first place, the heading on the document taking on new meaning right before my eyes: confidential. I needed to walk away, to forget about everything I’d just seen. She had a reputation to uphold. For herself, for the firm. For every young woman who had looked at her life and thought she had it all. Turned out she had more than that. I took one last look at them, bodies fused together in frenzy, just to check I hadn’t imagined it, and took a step back into the darkness. For a second, my heel caught on a cable underfoot, tripping me so I had to catch myself on the printer. ‘Shit.’ My whisper was no louder than the crash I had just made. I didn’t want to look back, I didn’t want to see them again, but I was desperate to check that they hadn’t heard I was here. Looking through the blinds, it only took a moment to wish I hadn’t.
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