FIFTEEN

JULIE

I got back to my office after the presentation ended. I had no interest in exchanging pleasantries or accepting praises from the others. All I just needed was to lay my head on my office desk and rest, or better still, sleep off.

The issue with Bryan denied me of my sleep. I had to be up early enough to attend to him and take him to the hospital. During the presentation, I just wished I could swiftly turn the hands of time to the part where I would be done with it and on my way home.

My mind raced back to Samantha and her antics. She had sworn to make my life a living hell. She didn’t relent during the presentation. Everyone present could visibly tell her “Criticisms” of my designs were from a place of jealousy and scorn and not true concern.

Samantha was like the Queen Bee of the company. She was the most respected lady around. Though, I would call it fear, because a lot of people didn’t have good things to say about her. The receptionists hated her. The Janitors despised her g