I was made a tea mistress on day one as a finance intern

I have not come across a lady's tuxedo, but thank God I didn't have one to waste as an outfit on my first day as an intern. So on that Tuesday morning, everything was not usual. Of course, I didn't need to set the alarm; my system was automatically on at 5 am. To the shower and out, in my below the knee skirt suit and stepped out in my stiletto heels. Did I say heels? I'm now writing this in bata canvas.

6:30 am got me seated in the Citi Hoppa "shukisha Bunyala" went my camouflage voice. Like any other Upperhill lady, I was now walking up the hill. This day, my swaying was different despite the advice I had received yesternight from my good advisors in my house that I should be ready to meet all sorts of fine thank you hunters and hyenas in Upperhill especially those dressed in checked bow ties and folded handkerchiefs on the sides of the coats. Most of them speak a common language of "can we go out for coffee?" and then the rest is history.