Part Twenty-Eight.

“Good morning, Lady Zara!” Beatrice exclaimed, panting hard when she got to the receptionist's table.

“Take it easy, dear,” Lady Zara tried to calm her down while she typed on the keyboard and stared at the computer screen.

“I'm late,” Beatrice breathed out, still trying to catch her breath.

It was all that silly Mia's fault. They had talked and talked, when Mia left her apartment late at night she decided to have more drinks, and she got drunk, waking up late.

“Have a nice day,” Beatrice wished Lady Zara and began running towards the elevator, she was late even though Ben was her boss and she could mask her way out from being queried, she doesn't want any of his favors.

Beatrice pressed the button of the elevator repeatedly, wondering what was taking the elevator door to open immediately.

Finally, the elevator door opened, and she rushed inside almost making the files in her arms fall to the ground, she quickly turned around and pressed the button to the first floor.

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