Walking back into the office on Monday seemed like a little nightmare to me. First and foremost, getting into the building was a lot of work because security decided that I wasn't who at said I was, all because my lipstick was a dark plum instead of my usual red shade. I even showed them my ID card and they wouldn't leave me alone. If it wasn't because the receptionist have intervened for me, I would have been super late. To top it off, my coffee was beginning to get cold by the time I reached my floor and there was nothing I hated more than lukewarm or cold coffee.
"Good morning, boss!" Someone I didn't recognise was standing outside of the elevator with a fresh cup of coffee in his hands. I looked around to see if there was someone behind me that I hadn't noticed. Was he talking to me? "I heard what happened with security so I thought you might want a new cup of coffee, It's a cortado." Okay so he was definitely talking to me.
