Isabella checked the time on her phone as she drove her car towards her client's office, she had exactly fifteen minutes to reach it, George Adams’s office was a little further to her place and as it was the rush hour roads were jam-packed. She was confused as to why he gave her a time at peak hour when everyone was returning home.

On edge and impatient, Isabella used every shortcut she knew, but even so, she lay in late when she reached the dim underground garage.

She was late for the presentation that was becoming increasingly important, she grabbed her handbag and the project report and exited the car....