- Joined
- Jan 13, 2010
- Location
- ...In your Closet
“Miss Seduction, you have a meeting at 12pm.”
“Ms. Seduction you have a conference at 4pm”
“Ms Winry don’t forget your lunch with the President of Aztec at 2pm”
“Ms Winry---“
Finally, there was silence! Meetings here, luncheons there, conferences, and business trips, between the plane and work she barely got any time to herself. Her back against the door she sighed heavily. Opening her eyes back up she set her sights on her desk. It was littered with memos, invoices, mail, bills, and check books and not to mention that her daily planner looked like a third grade homework assignment. She banged her head on the door; there was no rest for the wicked. She approached the hurricane hit desk and tried her best to straighten it out. Then she noticed the little red button on her office phone, it was blinking rapidly. Hesitantly, she pushed the button. She had 23 missed calls and 19 messages. Not to mention she still had to clean up her desk. Once the messages began she tried her best to listen to them but it was hard to hear with the growling of one’s stomach.
Yes, Winry forgot breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Then again, her memory was about the same length as a goldfish. Short, sweet and to the point. Last night, she spent on the computer getting things together, organizing checks, memorizing speeches and trying to get things ready for the next day, all the while running on coffee and chocolate. Nope come to think of it she had not eaten a decent meal since she could remember. Suddenly, as she was bombarded with papers, her office door opened and the papers went everywhere due to fear.
“What!?” Seduction barked.
“You have an interview today…”
Winry didn’t remember an interview today… was that today? Did she schedule that? What day was it? Who was it?
“Let them in…”