By 6:15, she stood in front of her mirror, dressed neatly in a black pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a soft nude shirt that matched the honey-brown shade of her hair. She tied her hair into a sleek ponytail, slipped on her trusted black stiletto heels, and grabbed her handbag.
She stopped by the kitchen very quickly to see a plate of sandwiches already waiting for her on the counter.
“You’re an angel!” She whispered to the middle-aged maid who chuckled heartily, watching as she hurried out, taking large bites from her sandwich.
“Oh dear. I hope she doesn’t choke.”
Ariana somehow managed to finish the entire sandwich before stepping out of the building. She dusted her hand and the corners of her mouth. But, as she raised her head, she froze.
A sleek black familiar car was parke
