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we had booked, I was struggling to meet an agreed time with their agencies. It was hard to find a time that suited our guests for interviews and modelling shoots that was also convenient for our staff as well. It seemed like in the next six months we would all be working overtime to make all of this fit in. Although they showed interest in complying with our vision, I couldn’t help but feel as if Debra knew they would be a challenge to compress so quickly within the six-month forecast.
    Our sponsors wanted advertising space for cheaper prices, all of which I had to oversee. Soon we would be looking at the Christmas edition and at that time in the office it just felt as if everyone was going crazy. We published monthly and fortnightly on the website with smaller tips, advice, and shoots that didn’t make it to the front. This was to keep our magazine online informative and intriguing for our readers. Finally, when each monthly edition came out, it was comprised of our top stories, competitions, articles, advertisements, and photography.
    Recently, a lot of advertising contracts came to an end and were not renewed. About six months ago we had to drop our advertising prices just for a month or so to compete with Be True magazine. Because of this, and after the renewal of the appropriate price, we had to barter with the customers, hoping they had full confidence in advertising with our magazine once again.
    It felt as if Debra wanted me to smooth them over in a short time. I emailed their agencies back and forth, with a few calls here and there, and I couldn’t help but think, “Why are you awake so late?” It was 2 a.m. and I was still at the office. What made it worse was this wasn’t even my job, but the sales department’s. But conveniently enough, Debra had me look over them all before handing it back to them, only increasing my workload. “I trust you with our customers, Clover. Good luck,” she had said.
    There was a build-up of requests by colleagues to have time off and it only annoyed me even more to see that all the dates had been approved but mine. I entered them into the forecast schedule so everyone had access to the dates when others would be away. This type of monotonous chore could have easily been completed by one of the interns, but somehow Debra viewed it as a task only I could manage.
    I finally completed the new employee-of-the-month portfolio to send through to everyone’s e-mail, complete with photos and a brief description of the various departments’ achievements. I noticed on a report that only two days from now we were expecting a new website designer. How typical of Debra to expect me to organize a page for Issobelle Sherain when she knew it could be completed within only a few hours by a professional the next day.
    I ignored the following two e-mails I received, deciding instead that I would go home for a few hours’ sleep before I continued going back and forth with the agencies. “I will have to leave the research of the website design until tomorrow,” I thought as I gathered my books and bags before turning all the lights off.
    I stopped turning them off when Lucy, the cleaning lady, ventured in with a large trolley of cleaning products. “Is she working you to the bone again, Miss Granture?” Lucy asked with a crooked smile. I gave her a soft one in return. Lucy was an older lady with wiry gray hair, but she was still bursting with youth and witty comments.
    “Oh, how too often we meet like this,” I responded sleepily, reflecting on how often I was in the office so late. “Have a good morning, Lucy.”
    I waited patiently in the lift for the doors to close. I clutched my handbag and work bag whilst balancing all my notes. The cheery notes of the elevator music taunted my already taut nerves. Pressing my back against the metal bar behind me, I peered up at the mirrored roof. Black bags were etched under my eyes and my figure was drooping with fatigue.
    Tightening my scarf