Myra hurried through the entrance of the company, stopping the lift doors as they were about to close to join the people in.
8.05 am.
Five minutes late.
Her heart had picked up an extra beat because she knew that her Boss' mood was always sour on Mondays.
Myra had spent the whole of last night on FaceTime with Amal, cause it was the day in Paris, Amal drilled her with stories and gists about how beautiful the city was and how her honeymoon was going.
She was so hooked that she didn't realise that time had gone so fast and she ended up going to bed at 3 am.
Myra rushed out when the lifts opened, towards her office to get things in order, get Kevin's appointment journal and make his coffee. She was done in 10 minutes and quickly made her way to his office.
After knocking twice with no response, she pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
And there was no sign of his suitcase or jacket to signify that Kevin had arrived.