Cheryl's mocking voice sounded on the phone, "Where else would I be if not my office? I am not the President like you who can decide not to go to work for a week and nothing would happen."
"Look at the pot calling kettle black. Who was it that went on a vacation and stayed away from work for a good two weeks?" Kathleen smirked as she took the next turn towards Moore Chambers.
"I will be there soon. I hope you know what to do before I get there?"
"I don't know," Cheryl feigned ignorance. "Oh, oh, oh, now I remember?"
"I will arrange some maids dressed in skimpy palace uniforms that will line up in front of my office and throw confetti all over the place while chanting: "All hail her majesty, the President of Wyatt Corporations" as soon as you arrive."
Kathleen was rendered speechless. "Which palace movie have you been seeing lately?" She asked.
