Khaat rushed into her office, unhappy with herself. She had been late again to work. She'd been late, to some degree or another, for almost a month now. She didn't feel bad, but she sure was having more trouble wanting to get up in the morning. She seemed to crave another couple hours of sleep in the mornings. Brian had suggested she go to bed earlier. This was the last straw, she decided. She would have to actually try to take his advice.
Her life and her schedule had been such a mixed up mess since...well..when was it exactly? She frowned, putting her large messenger bag on the desk, as Hannah came in with Khaat's first mug of French Roast. She had taken to making it extra strong lately, as if French Roast wasn't strong enough in itself.
Hannah started running down the list, as she had had to start doing, of how she had altered Khaat's schedule to fit in all her demands in a shorter time, and Khaat only heard part of what she said. She took the mug, smelled deeply of the intoxicating aroma from the coffee that steamed up in her face as she sat down at her desk.
Wait...intoxicating? Maybe that had something to do with it. She had ended up at a ministry fundraiser and had found herself sitting beside Rob thanks to some dimwit in her father's office who believed they were still a couple. She actually had had a good time, though, at the dinner--until she hadn't felt all that well. A bit dizzy, and for no particular reason that she knew of. Rob, ever present and ever wonderful, had promised to see her home.
What Khaat had never understood was why she didn't remember leaving the dinner, going home, or anything else from that Friday night. The next she knew, she was waking on Sunday morning, at home, in bed, curled next to Brian like usual. She could have explained it if she had had more than a little to drink, but all she had had was part of one glass of white wine with her dinner. That was it. Not nearly enough to cause her memory lapse. It made her embaressed, and so far, she hadn't said anything to anyone about it. She was just trying to move on with her life and hope that the nagging sensation she had at the back of her brain about missing something important would stop and go away altogether.
"Hannah?" she looked up, realizing as she spoke that she had interrupted her secretary. "Sorry, but I really am hungry. Any chance you would, please, send to the kitchen for a toasted crumpet for me with butter?"
"Just butter?"
"Yeah. Please?"
"Will do," she smiled, "We'll go over your schedule again when you've had a little caffeine."
"Thank you," Khaat smiled. She looked at the stack of budget files she had to balance today and sighed. Well, those certainly weren't going away. She pulled the first file off the stack and opened it. She decided she might as well start to work. No point in putting it off.