HURT

KAREN'S POV

Standing before Mrs Connie suddenly felt so choking and just like that, the entire recitation I had done in the elevator evaporated from my head.

It reminded me of the first time I was employed and I tried to speak to Jay. Nerve wrecking. I was anxious as hell.

To think I was even yet to stand before Jay whom I had come to see. I gathered myself.

“Uhm,” I cleared my throat and looked up at her. She had not been entirely mean to me when I was her assistant but it still felt like a nerve wreck trying to speak to her. Or was it the thought of meeting Jay next that stirred my nerves.

“Good morning Mrs Connie, I am here to see Chairman Jay,” I said and tried to sound as professional as ever. Just as she had taught me.

Her sharp eyes stared past her glasses and landed on me. “Miss Karen Anderson,” she called me in her usual tone.“What business do you have with Chairman Jay? Do you have an appointment?”

Before I could speak she already started looking through her jotter lis