Monday, the one day Emma really couldn't afford to oversleep - and she had done! Then there was the usual rush to get everything done, before she could leave, made easier by texting Ang (her not working was going to be SOOOOO helpful!!). Then running out the door with only one shoe on and scrambling for the elevator as it dinged, while pulling her coat on over her other arm, and nearly dropping her shoe and bag in the process.
But she was here now, breathless and desperate for a cup of tea, and only two minutes late (or so she thought). "Morning! I, er, sorry, bit late, overslept!"