I awoke from my sleep with sweat all over me, and today I had another nightmare, the last one was on the day of my interview. I didn't realise tears were constantly falling from my eyes. I cried until I couldn't anymore.
I checked the time and it was already 8:30 a.m., and consequently I am running late today. I'm screwed now; he's already giving me the cold shoulder, and he'll definitely fire me after this. When the jet landed the day before yesterday, we went straight to my apartment. Alex said nothing other than I had a day off due to jet lag. After informing me of this, he simply drove away without gazing at me, which hurts the most. I hurriedly entered the bathroom. I went about my usual routine, and dressed in black trousers with a matching suit underneath a white shirt. I ate my b
