Gwyn
I try my best not to rub my sweaty palms down my cream pencil skirt, Worried that it might leave a stain and that Gareth might then know just how nervous I am about this meeting, about seeing him again. I couldn't sleep last night, tossing and turning for hours in bed while Gabriel was softly snoring next to me. I wanted to kick him out of bed and ask him how the hell he can sleep the night before walking into the meeting of his dreams, but I know that would've just freaked him out as well and then we would both be tired today. struggling to focus on this meeting.
I check my reflection of the large glass building with Martins Media written in big bold red letters at the top. Typical that he would want to make it impossible to miss his name plastered on a building. My hair is done u
