The meeting
For some reason today nothing had taken my interest more than the mirror that always stood at the far corner of my office. which has been important for me. the uncountable number of times that I had spent staring at myself on that mirror confirming that I looked perfect. I don't care whether outfit did not matter but I can't risk anything with this company. I need to make sure that everything is perfect.
my door is burst open and irritation feels me at the confidence of whoever this year's. was knocking not a thing anymore?
'Tamara what the f*** have I told you about..'
