This week dragged slower than a snail. Every night when I got home I was insanely tired. Emotionally and physically tired.
Today was Wednesday and I was so ready for what Leslie was going to throw at me because she told me it's a fashion show and we have to change our outfits. I came with two different dresses and two different trousers.
I entered the mansion and went inside.
"What are you doing today?" Martha asked the second I walked in and I saw her husband joining her, "I'm following up on tomorrow's meeting you know. We talked about this already."
"Well I thought that maybe you have changed plans... I also talked about this weekend being ours."
"I don't have time."
I rolled my eyes and mentally said 'You make it..' but then sighed, "Good morning Mr and Mrs Pillow."
"Oh hey.
