Fara rushed into the office, clutching her bag and trying to appear as composed as possible. Her hair was still slightly damp from her hastily thrown-together morning routine. As she stepped into her office, Bonita was already waiting by her desk with a stack of papers and an amused smirk.
"You're late," Bonita teased, tapping her watch dramatically.
"I know, I know. My phone's broken, and my alarm didn't go off," Fara huffed, collapsing into her chair.
"Well, you're lucky I'm here to keep your life together," Bonita said with a grin, setting the documents on Fara's desk. "First, you've got a meeting with Mr. Lynton at 10 a.m., followed by the product strategy meeting at 1 p.m. Then, there's the check-in with the marketing team at 3 p.m. And before you leave, sign these forms, or I swear, you'll hear about it tomorrow."
Fara groaned but grabbed a pen. "Remind me why I chose this job again?"
