Jessica stepped out of the president's office, her heels echoing on the polished floors. She nodded once to the guards who straightened at her appearance waiting for her instructions.
With a calm, composed air that masked the storm brewing inside her, she glanced briefly at her wristwatch and spoke.
"Let's go home. The time for the fashion show is just in an hour and a few minutes," she said.
She hadn't expected that, by the end of the day, she would have spent a good amount of time in the Allen Group before heading over to the hotel.
Though, It hadn't been her intention to linger so long at the Allen Group, but the last-minute meetings and a few surprise interjections from board members seeking final clarifications, time had slipped by like water through her fingers.
Taking a deep breath to calm her fraying nerves, she stepped forward to leave. With her checklist simple but essential, she made a few decisions:
