Meeting

Erica

"You're late." I glanced up as my staff moved into the large ornate conference room where I sat. "The meeting was supposed to start five minutes ago. If anyone is going to be fashionably late, don't you think it should be me?"

Mandy, my senior advertiser for the firm, glanced down at the floor and back up at me.

"I'm sorry, Miss Hall. We had a training we were all trying to sneak out of to get up here. The guest speaker was right in the middle of making his point." She took her seat, and the rest of the staff followed suit.

"Who was the guest speaker?" I forced myself to calm down.

Being a bitch at the office was something I tried hard not to do too often. It would seem that the few times I let my guard down and raged angst across the advertising floor was more than enough though. I was labeled as someone to watch out for, and as a result of that, I was lonely in the midst of a crowd of people when I was there, which felt like it was most of the time.

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