Inside the pocket room, Secretary Gail massaged her nose bridge to relieve her eyes from the strain of having to run through Olivia's schedule for the fourth time just to make sure everything was organized to a T. She then checked the time on her wristwatch which read that it was fifteen minutes before ten in the evening.
She stood up in her makeshift office; a small desk and a stool in the corner of the pocket room beside the window.
She cautiously tiptoed out of the pocket room and cringed when she saw Maxen splayed on the couch, deep in sleep. She was about to round the corner when she saw the remnants of Olivia's wrath: The flower petals scattered on the floor. So she tiptoed back to the kitchen and grabbed the dustpan and broom to clean it up before Olivia steps out of her office.
