Agatha
I stare blankly at the face of the balding man in the photo who smiles broadly at me. Mr. George Kendrick, founder of Kendrick Cocktails, one of Shawn's borrowers. I kept reading on his profile but not really absorbing it. Who am I kidding? I've been memorizing for hours and my eyes are already drooping. Every faces zooms in and out of my vision, so I just pretended I'm still into it and kept turning each page one after another.
I heard someone knock on my door and I breathed heavily. Good distraction. I almost stumble as I hurry to open the damn door, only to see the last person I wanted to see at this time. My boss is standing outside my door with another folder in his hand.
"Need anything?" I asked voice sounds a little tired.
"Take this." He handed me the folder "Contacts. You'll need it."
"Should I memorize this too?"
"Of course."
I breathed out and rolled my eyes "You've got to be kidding me."
