Chapter 1 Conference
My first work conference, and it's in Amsterdam. Huh. When was the last time I was out of the country? I wonder if there will be food and drinks. I'm starving. Plus, these heels are killing me. Seriously, when was the last time I was out of the country? Oh yeah, it was that time when...
Yeah. Let's not open that door.
I need to focus.
I could use coffee right about now.
I need to focus.
I could use coffee right about now.
"Alma"
I look up.
My boss is standing beside me, holding a folder.
"You've got everything ready, right?"
I guess we'll find out.
"Absolutely"
Did I?
I mentally go through everything I had packed.
Laptop. Charger. Notebook. Passport.
Coffee.
Wait.
I didn't have coffee.
My boss raises an eyebrow.
"Where's your head today?"
Not where it should be. Will the hotel coffee do it for me? Wasn't there a cafe' a few blocks away?
I think I should answer my boss... she's staring at me like I have a concussion.
"Just go get yourself a coffee before we start."
You don't have to tell me twice.
"Good idea."
I march to the entrance of the hotel lobby towards the cafe'.
"And Alma?"
I stop and turn to her
"Try not to come back with half the café."
Now why would she say that? Am I that obvious? I thought I was a professional mystery.
I turn toward the café.
Finally. Something I can handle.
