Torments, In Advance

“We are meeting with Tricia today,” Victoria announced that morning. “I expect you to be in my office by 12.”

“Today?” The shocked lady asked. “Why?”

Victoria, vexed by the remark, veered around. She glanced around her, shaking her head. “What do you mean by that, young lady?”

“I—I am sorry, Mrs. Blackwell, but that is not what I meant to ask.”

“What did you mean to ask?” The older woman asked while she modified the bag that hung on her shoulders, prepared to blast. “Does the nature of your job not have to do with meeting up, even when least expected?”

“It does,” Olivia bobbed her head, prepared to walk away. “I will be at your office by 12, Victoria.”

“Yikes!” She let out as she pushed the door of her office. It was beginning to be more difficult than she reckoned it to be. Her legs led her to her desk and she put up with the chair next to the table.

Now she desired to be Emily for the whole week. For goodness sake, the woman would consume the whole of a week at home.

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