Amelia
It's a good thing I remembered the name of the building, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get to work on time.
I take a deep breath before entering.
I greet everyone I come across, and ride the elevator up to the seventh floor. I'm trying to convince myself that I'm calm, that there's nothing I should be nervous about, but I know that that's far from the truth. Yesterday, I was a downright mess; I even yelled at him. I lost total control of my emotions and I let them get the best of me.
Devon's plan is solid and I do believe I have a better chance now. I know I shouldn't trust Devon, he's given me a million reasons not to, but I'm running out of options. I've accepted that it's my only solution at the moment. However, I'm still mildly repulsed by what I'm about to do.
