Valery sits up flipping her pitch-black hair over her shoulder, quickly making her way into the kitchen after grabbing a bowl of cereal. She was back home. She couldn't believe it though after crying so many times to God, that she could leave. She w...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
On the thirteenth floor of Burr's estates, a meeting was taking place and the whispers in the room were gradually getting louder. A man stood at the head of the table demanding everyone's attention with his upright posture. Dressed in only the most expensive material known to man, Thomas Burr desired to make instant changes for the better of his company by introducing environment-friendly materials. Papers were scattered all over the table while the pens were scribbling notes down expeditiously to keep up with the man talking.
Thomas clasped his hands together and smiled, one of the dimples peeking out of his cheek. "That's all for today. You can return to your respective places or, if you are working for me, please return to your cubicles. Thank you."
Everyone left the room while murmuring. As Thomas saw the last person leave the office room, he quickly took off his jacket and flung it on the table after throwing his self in a chair with a quick sigh. He loosened his tie glazing out the window at the twinkling stars. He spent most of his days at work, never being able to catch a break. It seemed as if his youth caught a cab and sped past him then felt the need to flick him off in the process.
Interrupting his sudden train of thought, a confident female strutted into the room gracefully closing the door behind her. A short shiny leather pencil skirt hugged her hips with a matching burgundy top tucked into her skirt. Her hair was placed up in a professional bun. Thick black folders were placed in her hand.
Thomas turned and stared in confusion at this mysterious female. He wasn't aware of any meetings he was supposed to be attending at the moment. He glanced at his Rolex.
"Can I help you with something ma'am?"
A helpless look took over Valery's features as she looked around the room. She sighed deeply, clearly exasperated and thumped her leg with the folder.
"Is the meeting really over?"
Thomas narrowed his eyes. "Yes, it is. And, who might you be?" Something wasn't right at the moment. He knew it. Nobody ever showed up to his meetings late. Never had the nerve to.
Valery fixed her posture a smile coming across his face. " You know, Jessica Garcia. Mr.Cross's assistant, from the Northside companies."
Thomas licked his lips. "Oh, yes. I remember now." He lied.
"Why are you so late?" He wondered. There would be no excuse great enough for her or anyone to be late regardless of how good she looked in leather.
"My flight got delayed. We're dealing with slight weather problems, so I had to schedule for another time."
Thomas deadpanned. Not good enough. When dealing with business, you need to be prepared for anything to happen. Having a plan b is a requirement.
"Yeah...Well, thank you for your time. I'll have to be going now."
