I dragged myself back to the present, the happy memory fading away. I glanced at my phone – it was almost 7 pm, time to meet the client according to Alex's instructions. With a wistful sigh, I headed back inside from the beach.
As I made my way down the hallway, I paused outside Alex's door. Part of me was really aching to knock, to talk to him and ask why he forgot about today but I knew doing that would be a wrong move. After standing there for a long moment, I forced myself to keep walking to my own room.
Once I was inside, I began preparing for the meeting, and in no time I was dressed. As soon as Alex saw me, his eyes swept over my outfit choice and he frowned slightly. "You can't go like this. For the kind of client we are meeting, impression is everything."
"Oh..." I felt
