Cars honked and braked hard as a particular red-headed petite girl ran across the tarred road. She ignored all traffic signs as her low pump heels pounded on the floor in rhythm with her movement and the sway of her hips.
The only thoughts in Julianna’s head were doing all she could so she wouldn't miss the interview at Bayon and Berkley’s and probably getting brunch because as it stood, no time for breakfast at all.
“Fifth Avenue, please”, she stood on tiptoe, tipping her body towards the roadside with her left hand in the air to attract the blue-coloured taxis.
A taxi pulled up in front of her and an elderly man with a naturally kind and weathered face signalled her to get in.
“Good morning, ma’am”, he greeted her formally even though he was way older than she was. He wore a black to
