Roxie stumbled into the office, nearly dropping the two boxes she carried. She heard her phone vibrate in her pocket, but ignored it since her arms were full. Sweat poured from every pore on her skin, dripping into every crevice, making her clothes stick to her body in a very unsexy manner.
Thank God she had no meetings with clients scheduled for later in the day. Roxie felt like something a dog had dragged down a hot, dusty pavement.
With her limbs shaking like a runner at the finish line, she managed to make it to the conference table and let the boxes drop onto it with a rather satisfying thud. In that moment, she wasn’t worried about her rough treatment of the client’s product. It wasn’t as though there was anything breakable within, only custom-made invitation cards for a grand we
