Katrina Morgan woke to the familiar sounds of sirens and the distant pull of loud city life filling the crowded street below. Rolling over onto her back, she sighed and rubbed the sleep away from her eyes. She felt around in her duvet for her phone, finally finding it after a minute of lazy searching. She checked the time, relieved to see she had actually woken up before her alarm, for once. She went over the schedule for the day in her head, calculating how much time she had to get ready before her boss's driver would be pulling up to her building to collect her. Three years into working for Ross Corporations, she still wasn't used to being picked up for work that way. It was essential, though. With the amount of work her boss had her handle on a daily basis, both of them needed to be driven around. It wasn't practical for her to have her own car, not in a city like this one. She stood from her bed, taking a moment to stretch before she stumbled to the blackout curtains covering the massive window on the far wall of her room. She pulled them back, taking in the view from your thirteenth-floor apartment. Regardless of the workload her boss gave her, or how completely impossible he was to work for most of the time, Katrina was always thankful for a view like this one.
