Confessions of a Gamer Girl

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Life is fanfrickentastic. I'm an independent woman working for a multi-million-dollar company where I'm treated as a valuable member of the team and not an errand girl. I don't want nor need a man's approval. My abilities speak for themselves.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Outside of work gaming is my life my escape and I'm damn good at it. But girls aren't supposed to be gamers. </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Bullshit.</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>For years I strived to be taken seriously and I'm not about to let some freelance computer whiz steal my thunder. Even if he is my best friend's roommate and hot enough to send my motherboard into meltdown. When I'm forced to team up with him on a project our competitive natures and simmering chemistry only complicate matters. Is this game over?</span></p>