TREASURE’S POINT OF VIEW
The cold air coming from the air-conditioner woke me up in this unfamiliar room. I immediately stand up from the couch and roam my eyes around this room for the second time and realized that I was inside President Smith’s office. But, what the hell am I doing here? I remember that our company is on a trip to the retreat center, so why am I here? And why am I wearing strange clothes? I just ignore everything and then head outside this room. I almost jumped off on my feet when I saw President Smith laying on the floor, sleeping so deep. Geez! What is happening? It was only me and President Smith who are in this building and I am wearing strange clothes and…my arms, my arms have bruises! Oh my goodness! Just what did happened? I can’t remember anything!
“Oh, you’
