Hunted By The Past
“I’m sorry, ma’am.’’ He rushed towards me, his shoes awkwardly tapering against the marble floor, as he flew right ahead of me. He led the way in a quick manner, afraid of being late.
“Come on, it’s not gonna do you any good if by the time you get there. You have a heart attack.’’ I laughed, and he looked back at me, adjusting his glasses above his sweaty nose.
“But Mrs Olivia, Mr MacGuire does not like to be kept waiting.’’
“And I don’t like to be rushed either.’’
I took my time to watch my surroundings, staring at everything and anything. The assistants move around me at a minimum. This was the top floor, there were only two offices here but about five assistant desks at every little eleva
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