Purple door, I"m finally relieved.
I"m checking again to see if I"m bleeding.
"No way!" echoes the soft whisper and I look under the purple wall. Fire-red high heels, small ankles. It can only be her!
"Ma"am!" I say.
"Yes?" A big sigh.
"The boss is looking for you. He needs the reports right away!"
"Let him wait." Serious voice, I stand up.
"Are you all right?" I ask as I wash my hands, but no answer. I look in the mirror at the purple door. My phone beeps again. "?!" Well, the question mark is accompanied by an exclamation mark. "Angelica, Flynn needs your reports!" I say seriously, and the door swings open. She glares angrily at me and holds up her finger, but sucks her lips in and growls furiously.
"Wha!" she starts for the sink and throws a white pen into her jacket pocket. She
