The inside of the office was what you would expect one to look like.
There was a small front desk with the company's logo on the front and a narrow hallway facing a wooden door.
With gold rims casing black walls and yellow lights, everything looked duller and gloomier than what I think they were going for, a Victorian aesthetic for the interior design.
The only person visible in the office was a tall scrawny woman bending in front of the water dispenser while holding a stack of what seemed to be documents in her hands.
As she was walking back to her desk, I noticed her black pencil skirt that reached up to her knees restricting her movements, but this seemed to not faze her at all.
Turning around she noticed my arrival and immediately rushed to my aid as she fixed the sleeves of her mustard-coloured cardigan in the process.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay? You are bleeding, what happened to you?" She tenderly touched my arm.
"I was about to get run over by a car" I told her matter-of-factly and firmly with no trace of any emotion in my voice.
"Oh my gosh, are you alright?!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.
"Yes, thank you I'm fine" I said robotically but she still made me sit on a chair and rushed off to God knows where.
She came back after a few minutes with a large glass of water and a box of tissues which she placed beside me and sat down.
"You scraped your elbow" she gestured to my torn sleeve "you should clean that before it gets infected".
I dabbed a tissue on the wound as I turned to face her and for the first time noticed her foundation which was three shades too dark compared to her neck "thank you.
My name is Evelyn Ariti and I have an appointment to see Mr. Allen at around 8:20am today" I checked my watch and sighed quietly.
"Or had. Look I know I'm late and I can understand if he is busy now, so I'll wait for as long as you want" I managed to force a smile and continued "I don't have anything else to do today".
"I'm Julia Arnette, Mr. Allen's secretary, very nice to meet you" she explained happily.
While smiling I looked down at the now bloody tissue in my hand and grabbed a new one, this time dabbing it on the wound on the back of my head before starting to make myself comfortable on the chair.
"I think it's your lucky day because Mr. Allen does not have a busy schedule planned for today so he informed me just now that he will be happy to see you" she told me as she swiped on her smartwatch "don't worry too much you are only late for 20 minutes anyways, It's not a big deal".
I don't know if she was being sarcastic or genuine from her smile, but her statement did little to ease the anxiety in me.
She winced while eyeing me "I think it needs to be washed, come with me, I'll take you to the bathroom".
I tried my best to resist but she still convinced me to wash the wounds as the tissues weren't doing a good job of cleaning it and that Mr. Allen wouldn't mind waiting for a few minutes as she led me to the bathroom.
On the way, she kept rambling on about the spread of infection in the body and what it can lead to which I tried my best to ignore as the growing headache was getting worse and noises did not help at all.