Alice was running late to work, no thanks to the latest construction that was by her house. She knew that she could apparate in front of ministry, but she knew better than to do that. She was carrying a big stack of papers, praying that she wouldnât slip on the wet floor that was in front of the lifts and slid past some people talking. âSure, sure donât see the woman with the stack of papers, just stand there like some twats.â She murmured underneath her breath as she got freed from being between the men and the wall. However, her luck had changed when her foot got stuck on someoneâs handle and caused her to fall forward, making her lose the papers. âBloody hell.â She whispered and scrambled to get off from the floor, moving towards her papers. She noticed that a piece of paper was underneath someoneâs foot and let out a breath before she tried to pull it out. âExcuse me, sorry, um, youâre currently on a page of my report. Would you be so kind to remove your foot?â