As I walk through the shiny glass doors of Walworth’s, I am yearning for the end of the work day where I can flop directly into my bed and sleep until morning. As I push the call button to the elevator, I glance at the blurred reflection through the brushed metal doors. Eh! I look dreadful, my normal olive skin is pasty, my green eyes sunken into the dark circles surrounding them. My hand locates the bun that I have enticed my chocolate brown hair into, patting it gently as if this action alone will tidy up the tendrils that are escaping wildly. ‘Lucy!’ a squeaky voice calls, ‘hold the elevator!’ My arm flies out and holds the door as Michelle, trots in smiling broadly. ‘Thanks,’ she grins, ‘wow, you look……hot!’ I groan as I punch the seventh floor, ‘Kate invited a few friends around for a glass of wine to welcome me to the area.’ ‘Oh dear, heavy one?’ ‘You could say that!’ I exhale an exhausted breath. ‘Well, you do crave adventure,’ she grins, ‘ready for the presentation?’ I merely groan as my mind computes that it is Monday and in fact the day that I present the best and worse sellers lists.
