Michelle had been watching the clock all morning. She normally had her head in her work until the sun set for the evening, but she was anxious. That morning she requested a meeting with her boss as soon as she could. Michelle had been feeling restless, feeling like she was about to burst at the seams. Not about her work, no. This was something else, something personal.
Once it turned to the hour she was supposed to meet Vieri, Michelle made a beeline to his office. His door was still closed, though, and she could hear talking on the other side. So, she waited. And waited a bit more. Michelle leaned back against the wall and folded her arms across her chest, holding herself by her shoulders.
Had the secretary scheduled it properly?