Clara Kane sighed.
Her pale blond hair was tied up into a neat bun. A singular satin ribbon tied it together. She wore a peacock green blouse that was tucked in. A beautiful belt cinched her waist, and the young heiress wore a dark black pencil skirt. Her feet were snug inside her red-bottomed heels.
A sparkly brooch was pinned to her blouse, and it glimmered in the morning sunlight.
She sat in her office room staring at Bruce Slader who was clearly too tired to even stand.
"Bruce." But Clara Kane had already given up trying to speak sense into him, "You are definitely in too much fatigue to be at work today."
Bruce was quiet as he scanned the schedule that Clara Kane had for her day.
"Th-," Clara sighed, "There is no real way you can function at your best without a good night's sleep, Bruce. You know that. It applies to everyone… really…"
