I can do this

I was nervous, and so were the others. It was the first time any of us would see them. Not even the director and the top workers in the company could boast of meeting the owners. They haven't even spoken with them. All ths interactions between them were done through emails. They were like ghosts, almost like the Christophos brothers whose family had stayed long in the city, but no one knew anything about them.

I checked my reflection in the mirror for the tenth time. I was so nervous that I went to the restroom every few minutes to check on my clothes. It was such a pity they didn't install any mirror for me when they constructed my office. It would have made it easier for me. I wouldn't have gone to the restroom just for this.

I had my hair up in a neat bun, not a strand out of place. It took me close to an hour to perfect the look. As the best journalist, I had to be in the nicest, if not splendid state. I didn't bother with makeup since I wasn't a fan of that. I just dabbed my fa