THE NEXT MOMDAY..
“Oh s**t, s**t, shit....7:35am.. Fuck...I’m late again.” I cursed as I grabbed my bag and blazers from the couch then ran out of the house.
Antonio is going to be so fuckin’ furious. This is the second time I would be getting late to work after getting a warning the first time.
I couldn’t get a bus at this time, so I hailed a taxi to avoid being extra late. Thankfully there was no traffic, so I got to the company in thirty minutes. I got down of the taxi and ran into the coffee shop across the street then bought his coffee before tuning out of the shop.
I ran inside the building reception and took the elevator to the eight floor, checking the time on my wristwatch as I counted every second in agitation.
Ding.
The elevator dinged open and I ran out then made my
