Her backside was beginning to hurt. She shuffled uncomfortably on the front seat of her car and grabbed her last doughnut from the box, savouring the heavenly squirt of white chocolate as she bit into it before proceeding to take a sip of her Starbucks. She was highly annoyed to find the cup empty and cursed out loud as she glared at the container. She hadn't even realised when it had finished. Frustrated, she dumped the rattling cup back into the cup holder and glared at the entrance of Rodens Incorporated Limited building. Three hours on this damn seat and she had only late joggers, dog walkers and the stiff necked, primly dressed staff of the company to show for it. She was yet to see Tristan Roden or even more importantly, Edmund Roosevelt arrive. She was originally here for the latter
