Chapter 25 On Nerves

• ‘ God help me! I hope I don't murder this guy before I get back my company,’ Eloise pleaded in her mind with her blood boiling as she trailed behind him onto the last floor of the building.
• Busy gritting her teeth, and clenching her fist, she couldn't pay attention to the glances she was getting from the employees on that floor. The building was quiet, except for the soft rustle of papers mingled with the steady clack of keyboard keys that could be heard.
• “ Good morning, sir,” a sweet tiny voice of a female distracted Eloise from being upset as she looked up to see a pretty lady with brown hair and neatly dressed, smiling sweetly at him.