Deep Words

NATHAN'S POV.

I lazily dropped my bag on the couch, losing my tie and dropped the key to my apartment on the table. I yawned, opened the fridge and grabbed a chilled bottle of water.

I was exhausted, all I wanted to do was to go to bed. It was currently 11pm and I had stayed in the office longer glancing through reports, I approved some ideas and threw out others. A young lady whose job was simply to assist assistants, making coffee, and basically being an errand girl, had approached me a few days ago.

She looked scared as she spoke to me, but after taking a few breaths and wasting my time, she told me with confidence that she was not just an errand girl, she was good with drawing blueprints. She wanted to go into details but I stopped her telling her to send her original designs to my office. When I saw it, I was astonished that I was planning a position for her.

I switched on the Television while whipping up something little to eat as I hadn't had anything to eat all day. I settled