Anya was running late. Of course she was. Mom said she inherited the late gene from her father, but then he always said she got it from Mom. Either way, she got it from one of them and it was a curse.
She was usually in the office by 6am, but today an issue came up (she lost track of time in the lab) and it made her late. Today of all days. She had interviews for an executive assistant (minion) to do today.
Coffee in one hand, resumes tucked under an arm and her handheld in her other hand she headed for the front door. Reading her email she wasn't watching where she was going and ran right into someone.
Coffee went flying from her hand, the stack of resumes scattered and her handheld was the only thing that didn't go flying.
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