It was already nine-thirty when I woke up the next morning.
In other words, I was late.
I staggered to the bathroom with a splitting headache. I looked at myself in the mirror and found two huge dark eye circles dominating my face.
"Oh, my God..."
There was no way I could go to work like this.
I sighed and took out my phone to call Mr. Chow and ask for the day off.
Once the call was connected, Mr. Chow beat me to the chase and said, "Queena, why aren't you at the office yet?"
"Something cropped up yesterday," I explained. "I want to take another day off."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Chow rejected me without hesitation. "That won't do."
My head hurt even more. "Why?"
"Austin called me and said that he was going to bring some documents over for you to go through again." Mr. Chow was obviousl
