9

She was once again attracting stares as she walked through the company's lobbies.

Not because of her weirdly dyed hair or obnoxiously all red outfit but because of the terrible aroma coming from the cup cakes she held.

Every one knew she was holding burnt cakes.

The stares didn't stop her from greeting every individual she walked passed with a cheerful smile and a mini introduction that went thus; "Hi I am Red, Mr Daniel's new personal assistant."

Some  stared at her quizzically with hundreds of questions running through their minds while the others simply smiled back and wished her a good day.

"You can't go in Red." Rose told her for the umpteenth time while tapping rapidly on the keyboard placed on her table.

"Why?" Red asked again for whatever time, Rose had lost count.

She shifted her gaze from the monitor's screen to Red's face, "He doesn't want you in