Strictly Professional

***Marcella***

Work today was a blur. I was too distracted by thoughts of my mom and how her meeting with the surgeon would go.

I wanted to be there with her, but I had a report due by the end of the day. Sighing, I typed in the last of the figures before printing everything.

Once the pages slid from the printer, I placed them neatly into a binder and went to Conn's office. I didn’t want to deal w