It’s already 8:58 p.m.

I'm sitting in front of my makeup mirror, my foot keeps tapping the tiled floor of my room, waiting for Samuel to just end it with his millions of questions so I can start preparing.

“Ummm, Ms. Bennett, I just sent you the name suggestions for the new social media page,” he says.

“Oh! You already handled that in just a few hours?”

“Yes ma'am,” he says and I heave out a satisfying breath.

Samuel has got to be a Godsend, I'd be running batshit ...