Brielle’s Point of view.
Rushing through the streets of New York, I kept checking on my watch every time I could. Cara couldn’t give me a ride today because she had to go early for work. The pain I was getting from my heels was too much.
I was running late for work yet again; I spent a lot of time chatting last night that I ended up waking up late this morning.
Leah kept calling me every two minutes to ask me where I was. It meant me to accompany Charles to a meeting, but here I was running late.
“Brielle! Thank God you are here!” Leah said to me after I arrived at my desk. I rushed to my desk, sitting down and turning on my computer as I looked out for Charles if he was already in the office.
“Sorry I am late, I had….” I wanted to explain but was cut short by Leah.
“Excuses Br
