𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, an ordinary girl that works at the Crestmore, she was known to be a compassionate and serene person, with a heart of gold.
𝐄𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢, the rank 1 mafia leader, he was known for his brutal and m...
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Morona McCallister
I carefully selected an appropriate ensemble for the meeting, dedicating extra time to styling my hair and applying makeup.
I even woke up several hours earlier than usual to ensure everything was in order.
Not like I actually slept.
Opting for a black knitted turtleneck sweater and matching dress pants with a stylish belt featuring a gold buckle.
Unfortunately, my collection of white clothing consisted mainly of dresses and other items unsuitable for the meeting.
To complete the look, I draped a dark brown trench coat over my shoulders and slipped into a pair of elegant black Scarpin heels.
Adorning myself with black Van Cleef earrings and a necklace, I added a touch of fragrance before gathering my files, papers, and other essentials into my tote bag.
Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, a mix of excitement and nervousness washed over me, although truthfully, the nerves seemed to dominate.
I exited the room with my bag and grabbed my keys.
It had been a while since I had breakfast, but today I finally had a meal.
I decided to postpone cleaning up until I returned later.
My phone rang, and I noticed it was my manager calling.
I answered the call and greeted him with a "Hello."
He enthusiastically exclaimed, "Hey, I hope you're prepared because I have high hopes for this meeting!"
"I hope so," I responded with a sigh.
"Don't worry, just be yourself and make sure to exude confidence," he reassured.
"I'll definitely keep that in mind," I replied.
"Alright, everything will go smoothly. I have to end the call now, goodbye," he said and ended the conversation.
I proceeded to open my front door, locked it, and began descending the stairs.
As I left the building, I entered my car and drove away.
With each passing moment, as I approached the destination, I felt an overwhelming sense of nervousness.
