Chapter 9 - Maisie

Saturday morning, I've been woken up to the piercing shriek of my alarm clock; its mocking red numbers taunting me from the nightstand flashing the 6:30 usual time I wake up. I groaned, burrowing deeper into my cosy sheets, wishing that I could just stay in bed all day. But knowing I had to get up, that I had things to do and people to see, With a sigh, I reluctantly climbed out of bed, throwing on my favourite purple fluffy robe and padding across the cold hardwood floor to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

As I stepped into the office this morning, the air seemed to hum with a newfound energy that is never there. It's usually the boss shouting at his assistant about something that's gone wrong the day before, and he just needs to be a dick about it to scare the poor lad. Even the fluorescent lights flickered, like they were trying to keep up with his good mood. It was then that I noticed Gary, my usually grumpy and dishevelled-looking boss, was... smiling. Not a half-hearted, forced