short chapter is short, sorry. i do, however, have ten more chapters already written ahead :)
She's better in the second half.
Elsa, that is.
Possibly – probably – the coffee had an effect, because she perks up for the last bit of the meeting, not looking quite as ill, or as tired. It could also be because the last part of the meeting only goes for another hour or so, which means that it's concluded a little past 2pm.
You're absolutely exhausted. You think you manage to hide your yawn until everyone leaves, but the way one woman smirks at you makes you realise you haven't.
You're starting to get the impression that you're really... not that cut out for business. Not that you ever had aspirations to become a businesswoman (and really, you're not even close. You're a PA). But the meetings and flying and political shit just isn't for you. You're definitely gaining a newfound respect for those who can hack it.
People like Elsa. She seems to be born to do this role. You don't think anyone noticed her exhaustion, and she's very good at wording things so that everyone feels like she's given them equal thought, even when she probably hasn't. She's got an amazing fashion sense, and she's probably loaded.
It would be stupid to lie and say you didn't want that, either.
So you yawn again, watching as she struts in front of you in tight heels, pencil skirt shifting on her hips with every step.
Even if you could walk, you'd probably never look that good. Never make people stop and stare just by moving.
Well, you kind of already do that anyway, but it's the wrong kind of stop and stare. It's the pitying one. When you see people watching Elsa, it's longing in their eyes. A desire to be like her, or simply just be her.
The elevator is packed, and it takes a concentrated effort to hold in your yawn. Your eyes water, and it was probably to do with the airplane air that had your eyes feeling like they were on fire. Seems a little odd to only affect you now, though.
Maybe you just desperately want sleep. You can't imagine how Elsa feels.
As soon as you get into the car, though, she's pulling out her computer and typing up something. And you absolutely, definitely, should be doing work, too. You take out your own computer and type in your password. You're positive that there's something you need to do.
But then your eyes drift shut, and though you manage to wake yourself up a couple of times, you're completely aware that it won't last forever.
It doesn't. You fall asleep within minutes.
