"Good morning, Lady Zara!" Beatrice exclaimed, panting hard when she got to the receptionist's table.

"Take it easy, dear," Lady Zara tried to calm her down while she typed on the keyboard and stared at the computer screen.

"I'm late," Beatrice breathed out, still trying to catch her breath.

It was all that silly Mia's fault. They had talked and talked, when Mia left her apartment late at night she decided to have more drinks, and she got drunk, waking up late.

"Have a nice day," Beatrice ...