The scorching sun in the sky felt like needles on my skin, beads of sweat aligning on my forehead as I made my way through the crowd on Lexington Avenue. The streets were bustling with office goers at 11 in the morning and the heat was no friend to mankind today.
After leaving the apartment and dropping Madison off at the café, I made my way to the Spectator's main office. Jeremy hadn't returned any of my calls since yesterday and I needed to talk to him about the preponed deadline. With such little time on my hands, I wasn't sure if I would be able to deliver the magazine's content on time for further editing.
The Spectator's office was a 10 story building with big glass window panes running up the length of the concrete building giving a view of the city of New York. I entered and swiped my id card on the card reader. The lounge on the ground floor was swarming with employees, running from one side to the other. There was never a dull day at Spectator.
