AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR

Emily inhaled the cold morning air and savored the refreshing feeling that followed as it hit her lungs. She tried to sit up but a sharp headache stung her at once. Struggling to sit, she rested on the bedpost and rubbed her forehead with one hand while the other hand searched for her cell phone beside the bed.

She looked down at herself and realised that she was still wearing her work clothes, a pair of trousers under a white silky blouse. Slowly, the memories of what had happened the previous day started to return, stabbing her like a blade.

It all seemed like it happened a lifetime ago. Maybe it was a bad dream. Maybe her father was sitting right now in his office drafting out his plans for the day like he usually did at this time of the day.

The thought of what time it was caused her to jerk at once from the bed, spurring her to action. She glanced at her phone. 10:30 am. She had to be at work.

Just then, the door creaked open abs Dre sauntered into the room. She was holding a