Time. It is always about time. Sally couldn't avoid it; business was brisk and she was always on the phone, trying to get things done as she multi-tasked with other things.
It wasn't like that before; life was a little easier then, when she was still a lowly executive. Now, being the manager of several large portfolios, Sally found herself living on the edge of life, always rushing from one meeting to the next, always rushing from one report to the next.
As she was putting her printed invoices together, her phone rang. Sally grabbed the receiver.
``Hi, Sally Simmons speaking.''
``Sally? What are you still doing in the office? Aren't you supposed to be at the Victorian Concert Hall in about 10 minutes?''
``Oh my gosh! I'm so so sorry Alan, I'll be right there. Work's been so hectic today that I forgot about the time. Be there in a few!''
Putting down the receiver, Sally re-tidyed her invoices into a neat pile on her desk and stepped away from the fray. It was already past seven, and most of her colleagues have already left for the evening. She had planned to leave earlier, but the client's data was coming in during the afternoon and thus she had to adjust the figures that she had on the client.
Pushing her executive chair in, Sally picked up her briefcase, walked towards the coat-hanger and grabbed her coat, walked towards the open door, flicked the light switch off, stepped out, closed the door, and locked it before heading to her car.
Victoria Concert Hall wasn't too far away from where Sally worked; just a five-minute drive. Taking the elevator down from her office to the basement carpark, Sally tried to recompose her thoughts. Alan had invited her to a night out to the symphony that was playing that night. The theme for the night was Bach, and she knew that Alan loved Bach's music more than anything else.
More importantly, it was the first major date that they had ever since she was promoted to that of manager. Alan was a great catch, and she knew it; yet each time whenever she wanted to get even closer to him, something happened externally to force her to keep her distance.
Tonight though, it was supposed to be the night. The night that she made her move. But already she's starting on the wrong foot; by forgetting about the time while working.
The elevator door opened, and Sally walked briskly out of it towards her car. She got into the car and turned the ignition. The head lights lit and the car started rolling forward. She was on to the concert hall.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 28 Feb 2008 17:39:40)
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