Mr Johnson wanted me to meet him at one of his hotels down town. It was a tall building that looked like your average hotel. There must be about 30 floors guessing from the amount of windows there were on the outside. I was dressed in a tight black pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee and a white pin striped blouse. I was wearing my black court heels to match. I clip clopped towards the glass sliding doors clutching at the folder and note book I had in my arms. When I reached the reception, a ginger woman with bright green eyes fluttered her eye lashes up at me.
“Welcome to the Johnsons Miss, how can I help you?” She politely greeted me and I have her a warm smile.
“Hello there, I’m here to see Mr. Johnson” I replied and she nodded her head quickly before picking up the desk tel
