Carrigan rushed hurriedly through the office building in her small, black heels, which insisted on hurting her feet with every step she took. Upon reaching her boss’s desk, she tried to conduct herself in a somewhat professional manner. “Yes, sir? You wanted to see me?”
It had taken just a few seconds for her to reach his desk without a problem, or so it seemed. One would have named her dedicated– to her job, at least. “Yes.” He said, sighing deeply, spinning himself around in his chair. “I need you to cancel my meetings for the rest of the week and schedule me in for a doc’s appointment. I think I might have pneumonia.”
