"Oh no, I'm LATE!" Isla burst through the doors, face already twisted with dread. She'd been shoving down the breakfast the butler had packed while running, and there was way too much of it to finish.
She was sprinting fast enough that when she skidded into the lobby, the sheer scale and formality of the scene stopped her cold. Momentum carried through anyway the pastry in her mouth flew straight out of her teeth, arcing forward, and slammed directly into the back of a man in a black suit standing a few feet away.
My BREAKFAST.
Hundreds of employees witnessed the entire tragedy unfold in real time.
The silent, reverent lobby erupted into a collective, horrified gasp.
Isla licked her lips, eyes darting wildly, and froze completely in place.
A lamb. I am officially a lamb walking to s*
