"What time is it?"
"7:30."
"Oh, I have to go home. From there to work" I stand up, and he stops in front of me, buttoning his shirt.
"All right, let"s go."
9:00
Well. I hate to lie, but right now I am having trouble deciding if my non-existent aunt or my deceased grandfather is dying? Now, to Angelica, I don"t know how to explain it. I"m adjusting the collar of my shirt when the elevator door opens. Roger immediately looks at me.
"Good morning, Rumina," he says and Angelica turns to me. She looks at me in surprise, but I head straight to my office, search for a form of time off, bloody bureaucracy, heading back upstairs to Flynn"s office.
He"s going to kill me. Relax, I blow out the air and push the frosted glass door open.
"Good morning, sir. I can exp..."
"Your new phone." Flynn
