The secretary brought in two glasses of water. She nervously bowed at the boss, who never spared a look at others, and left the room right away.
As she was on her way out, she noticed that the old woman had her eyebrows and eyeliner tattooed, an obvious indication of the generation she belonged to. The pieces of jewelry she wore were all made of gold.
The woman sat tensely, her hands placed on each other on her lap. She did not know what to do out of nervousness, and she didn't dare to move either. She could only try to calm herself down as she patted her own hand.
"I really don't remember. That was twenty-six years ago! I'm already sixty. My memories are not as sharp as young people anymore. Besides, I have always been forgetful. How could I remember details from two decades ago..." she said fearfully as her lips trembled.
