The clock sat on the wooden dresser illuminated by the window sill light.  Striking midnight, Petra looked over to the clock. She was constantly checking the clock. She was fully aware now she has been staring at the clock.  Stare at the clock to get up. Calculate the time to take a shower. Be ready by 9:30...10:30....9:15...9:00. Sometimes when her boss would show up it would be at random times. This was the real deal. 

Being confused is A-OK with me. Except on the job. Yet how the fuck can I even do this job sober? There's no way. 

Here I am, in the world of money. 

"Greetings all," she whispered to the streets of busy people making their way through the day. Under her breath, tucked in her mind.

What pushed me to do this? Was I backed into a corner to enter this world of ours? She remembers her first encounter. The plain grey building, no words at the entrance. She slowly made her way down the street. She didn't want to know what when on in her boss's mind. That is absolute privacy. How long has she known her boss? Eleven years. Eleven years yet all time she didn't know how much power he had. w