Standing in front of the company yet again in another bright morning with an exhausted look on her face, Carla rearranged her short hair and thought of the various possibilities of avoiding the new president.
Last night was hell. Anna had woken up several times to tell about her dream of a red eyed man who just sits in the corner and stares at her and she had spent the time she couldn't get any sleep putting Anna back to sleep and thinking about Rhys.
“Hey girl? You had better get moving, the new president doesn't tolerate lateness." A lady had spoken from behind before walking past her into the building.
Building up her morale, Carla walked into the building and waved to the three receptionists who beckoned at her immediately.
“How do you feel?" The first one asked and Carla blink
