It’s already 8:58 p.m.
I'm sitting in front of my makeup mirror, my foot keeps tapping the tiled floor of my room, waiting for Samuel to just end it with his millions of questions so I can start preparing.
“Ummm, Ms. Bennett, I just sent you the name suggestions for the new social media page,” he says.
“Oh! You already handled that in just a few hours?”
“Yes ma'am,” he says and I heave out a satisfying breath.
Samuel has got to be a Godsend, I'd be running batshit crazy by now if Zara didn't recommend him to me.
I gotta raise his salary honestly.
“And… about the investors’ progress update meeting, should I make it online or physical?”
I pause for a moment, trying to think.
My eyes are on the wall clock, but my mind keeps wandering to someone else entirely.
“Hmm… I’ll get back
