LAUREN ZSANELLE
I’m taking my step carefully because my feet are aching and I’m wearing 4-inch heels. I need to go to the 20th floor where the Engineers are there. No matter how I want to use the private lift but it’s for the VIPs and executives some investors came from European countries and as the secretary of Harrold, he ordered me to go to the Head of Engineering department and give the plan that Harrold made.
When I reached the floor a woman approached me. “Good morning, Mrs. Lamnelle. What can I do for you?” she asked me nicely. “Can I talk to the Head of Engineering?” I asked her and she nodded then she accompanied me until we reached the office of the Head.
I open the glass door and I cleared my throat to get the attention of the Head. When he turned around and I regret what I
