Eight.

I was running late.

But it wasn't my fault. I missed my bus, because I woke up late, and I woke up late because I was retyping a contract that Richmond had declared was mediocre at best.

I probably would've had enough time to retype it if he'd given it to me at work, but no, the bastard had to call me at ass fucking o'clock, and demand I retype the contract and have the documents to him by this morning. He'd called at ten pm, and I'd gotten done with retyping at two in the morning and then I had to run across the street at the twenty four hour internet cafe and print all the pages out. By the time my head hit the pillow, it was already four thirty am and I swear I'd set my alarm for Six in the morning but I'd missed it and woken up at seven thirty instead.

I rushed up and down my tiny apartment and almost killed my cat, getting ready this morning. The bus that I normally took was long gone, and I had to get his majesty's coffee and look up the bus schedule. On top of it all, Richmon