Juggler

She checked her boss' calendar to see if he will be free for the time Mr. Bashshar proposed to have a meeting with him. 12noon to 1pm tomorrow should be fine, she told him and put it in the calendar. 'I'll call you back at 8am tomorrow to confirm'.

She dropped the phone and took a last look at the presentation. It will have to wait till tomorrow, it's late and she's so tired, she couldn't even think anymore.

She walked into her boss' office and informed him of the proposed meeting for tomorrow. 'No, we can't make that meeting, I need you to get me on the 9am flight to Abuja tomorrow, I have to attend the 'African Financial Conference'

What! She had asked him earlier if he wanted to attend that conference and he had said he didn't have to. Why does he keep changing his mind like a woman's underwear and at such a late hour.

'Alright Sir' she answered gently and logged on to the internet to check available flights. She finally managed to get him on the 9.15am Arik flight to Abuja.

At the time she finished booking him at the Hilton Hotel and calling up a cab service to pick him up on his arrival, it was already 8pm. 

She'll have to reschedule the meeting with Mr. Bashshar first thing tomorrow', she thought. 

She locked up his office and parked up for the day. 'I wish tomorrow was Saturday'



 Photo Credit: ROYALTY FREE STOCK PHOTOS