Once again, nothing has happened since Amy's dad lost his job. honestly, at this point it feels like we are being trolled here. I'm starting to think that this so called mysterious man is nothing but a complete waste of my time and thinking. nothing is more annoying than a bunch of ugly trolls trying to get in your way.
We are now working on a new product that, if the marketing tactics and the production goes smoothly and all according to plan. then i am going to be the biggest hotshot of the city. More than the Mafia that runs this place.
Driving past all the buildings in New York City, watching the birds in the sky fly by as the wind travels through the air. I spot the silhouette of my building in the distance and drive forward towards it, the radio playing and my hair flying gently in the breeze since my windows were down in my black Ford Mustang.
I parked my car and stride inside, im actually in a pretty good mood for once and this rarely happens in the morning, maybe its my outfit since i wore one of my favourite. A brown vest over a beige button up topped tucker into my brown plaid pants with a belt. i paired it with some Doc Martins and jewellery with a black coat hanging on my arm since it was warm outside.
the first thing i noticed was the receptionist was missing, all employees must be here before i arrive in the building, unless there's a situation which i am usually informed of but i was never informed of my receptionist not being present.
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