I heard her before I even saw her.
“I only have 15 minutes! So take it or leave it, people!” She storms in, her black leather boots making a stomping sound not unlike a buffalo stampede.
She throw her bags onto her messy desk and yells at the empty chair next to her. “Where is XX?! You guys dragged me in here and you’re not ready yet?” Some people are looking up from their screens now, bemused looks on their faces. A couple of the girls huddle at a cubicle, snickering at the
buffalo person’s loud clothes.
I put on my earphones to drown out her shrill voice – it’s too early in the morning for this.
