“Where are you going? You have a meeting with the new supplies at twelve!” She shouted after Mr. Robinson, who is clearly ignoring her when he waves his hand through the air.
“Just postpone it!” She sighed, watching him walk down the stairs and folding her arms over her chest. Great! Now she has to deal with some high-and-mighty CEO who probably thinks he’s god’s gift to women, while Mr. Robinson is out on the golf course sipping on cocktails!!
Why did she have to be sober this morning? At least if she was hungover or still half-drunk, she might have been able to fake feeling sick and use that as an excuse to postpone, but she’s the picture of damn health!
She falls down on her chair behind her desk and taps her pen on the calendar pad, trying to think of an excuse before calling the of
