First Person POV
"Are the meetings over?" I asked, my voice heavy with tiredness, as I discreetly massaged the bridge of my nose.
"Did you write down everything I asked?" Vanessa replied without showing the slightest bit of empathy, her tone calm, almost cold.
Before I could retort, she approached me slowly, raising a hand to fix my tie. Earlier, she had asked me to wear formal clothes, since we would be spending the day meeting important people, and according to her, 'first impressions are everything.'
"Of course I did," I said, showing her the papers I was holding. I forced a smile, even though my eyes felt heavy. "You can count on me."
"Thank you," she let out in a soft sigh, finally stepping back. Her eyes evaluated me from head to toe, and for a moment, I thought I saw pride there. "You look good."
Her smile was weaker than usual and her gaze was somehow hesitant. Something seemed to be worrying her.
"Did something happen?" I asked, trying to decipher her expression.
