Brandy’s POV
I reach up and push up my glasses, rubbing my fingers over my tired, dry eyes. I’ve been staring at my screen for hours due to a benefit we are hosting on friday, having a last minute issue with the caterers. I have been on the phone non stop since the frantic phone call from the charity organisation trying to find replacement catering for over three hundred people needed in four days.
I glance toward the clock in the corner of the screen of my monitor, groaning as I see that it’s already past eight at night, well past dinner time. On cue, my stomach rumbles loudly reminding me that I also missed lunch as I was so caught up in the s.hit show that broke over me today, I need to go home and make myself some food.
Reaching forward, I shut down my monitor before rising to my fe
