Rebekah
"So when is this due?" My assistant asks scanning the thick packet of papers I gave her to file.
"Tuesday."
"WHAT?....I can't get this done in a day." She shrieks closing the folder.
I look at her above my reading glasses, and I lean on my desk. "You have a day, and a half I suggest you get to it."
She straightens her posture, and walks towards the exit of my office but she stops, and turns to speak. "Oh yeah, Mr.Traimer wants to see you in his office." And with that she leaves closing the door behind her. My face falls on my desk, I know what he wants, and I'm really not in the mood for it. I can usually just sit there and take it but it's really bothering me now.
I get up from my seat, I close the blinds to my office, and I turn the lights off. From so much tossing, and turning last night I feel weak, and tired so I'm gonna take a little nap, maybe with it being so busy today he will just forget about it.
I lay down on the sofa that's located on the other side of my desk, and I immediately fall into a deep sleep.
*Ongoing Situation*
