Tara listened as the director of the company rambled on about the new policies they were putting into place, half-heartedly taking notes on her tablet. This was not how she would’ve preferred to spend a Saturday afternoon.

She began to daydream after everyone stopped talking, their hands busy writing down ideas.

‘What should I make for dinner tonight?’ Tara thought to herself.

‘Steak? Chicken? Egg rolls?’ She pondered the options out of boredom.

‘Gotta make sure the stove has enough gas,’

Tapping her pen against her free hand, when she suddenly stiffened in her chair, eyes going wide.

“I left the fucking stove on…!” Tara hissed under her breath, causing the two people on either side of her to glance in her direction.

She looked to the front of the table where the director was giving her an expectant look.

“Ms. Smith? Did you have anything to add?” He said, clasping his hands on the table in front of him.

“Ah, no, sir. I apologize, but I need to go home. It’s an emergency,” Tara said with an air of embarrassment, her cheeks a shade of tomato-red.

“I see. Well, go ahead and I’ll be sure to email you the finished policy list. I hope everything is okay. Thank you for being here,”

He replied, his tone understanding.

“Thank you, sir.” With that, Tara stood briskly and gathered her things, quickly making for the exit.