Four Pink Walls.

"When's the official conference?"

"Next weekend."

"Oh damn it. Can't I come?"

"No."

"Pretty please."

"Mia, you know you can't come."

"That sucks."

It really does. All the hard work I've put in on the McKenna account and I can't even be at the first meeting.

"You could come if you beg for your job back." He says annoying me.

I won't even be introduced as the person behind the final written report. To them I don't exist.