WRITER'S POV
Tiffany was deeply engrossed with work she didn't know time had flown by so quickly. When she scanned around the office, it turned out most of her colleagues had gone.
She pushed her seat back and stood, yawning as she stretched.
“Oh no!” She groaned as the thought of the promise she had made to Roland Ryker occurred to her.
She fumbled for her personal stuff on the desk. Threw them into her bag and dashed out.
Roland wasn't at his office by the time she got there. She figured he must have left after waiting.
She slowed her pace, exhaled deeply and then sauntered out of the building.
Deep down she had wanted something to cause a rift in the plan. But she didn't even need to say a word or move a finger and what she wished happened.
“Have a good night,” She waved
