Chapter Twenty Four

Nicole;

I'm horrified to wake up the next morning to see that it's almost 9. With more adrenaline that I thought possible, I jump into the shower, washing my hair and lathering my body at the same time. To my surprise, I don't see any missed calls on my phone when I hastily check it. I would have expected to have it blowing up by now. But is it actually a good thing that no one is calling me? I don't have time to dry my hair so I simply put it up into a tight low ponytail, hoping the wet condition doesn't show. I pull on the first set of pants and shirt I find and throw on a pair of ankle length boots. And while still shuffling my feet into the contraption, I dash out of the house and into my car, dreading each ticking second.

By the time I reach the office, I'm hassled. I'm breathing heavily and practically running. My heart thumps in my chest as the elevator heads up. It's a Monday and every Monday morning, we hold a project meeting. I glance at my wristwatch. I'm over 15 minutes l