Wrong Number

"Nikki!" I heard Chad Bush bang his hand on his table causing me to flinch hard. I rolled my eyes from my desk and stood lazily to my feet.

I had heard stories of irritated CEO's with anger issues but I think Chad had a justified reason to always get irritated at matters that involved me.

I was one of the few people the dictionary defined as clumsy. I never intended for it to be that way but alas, that was always the situation.

He referred to me as Nikki unlike many others that called their secretaries by their last names. I was half a step closer to losing my job if I ruined one more thing, Chad quoted.

"Mr Bush?" I acknowledged as I got to his office. He eyed me up and down and I wished so dearly that he'd instead cut straight to the point.

"Where is David Park?" He inquired slowly yet sharply. His voice wasn't raised and that was his 'I'm impatient and I might get angry' kind of anger.

Uh-oh.

David Park was Chad's friend and he worked with a neighboring firm. I was supposed to create a schedule to inform David that Chad wanted to meet with him after work.

If one could guess correctly, I had totally forgot. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, staring up at me from his desk and a frown that demanded an explanation sat there on his face, waiting to be given an answer.

"Sir, I can explain." That sentence was how I started most of my justifying reasons for my stupid actions. "You asked me to get in touch with Rebecca Black to tell her about your canceled date."

"The date I had you cancel so I could meet up with David, yeah go on." He was speaking in rushed motion and nothing about the way his muscles flexed seemed like they were ready to put up with excuses.

"Funny story sir," I raised a finger,like I was getting ready to answer a question from an high school teacher. "I was so carried away with that assignment that I totally forgot to contact David Park." I ended the statement in a very low whisper.

"That does it!" He yelled, standing to his feet with such a loud bang at his desk that I felt the pain from the contact, on my own palms. This had to be his craziest type of angry.

That does what? He couldn't fire me. There was no way. He'd managed to put up with me for an entire year, there was no way he could ask me to leave now, was there?

He began to say and I quickly cut

idea what I had to say, or needed to say to back myself up but that just seemed like such an

for you to meet, if I can get David Park over here,

for myself. "Nikki Hood. One more mess up and you are

men that never broke a promise. Knowing myself, there was absolutely no way I could

asking, I hurried out of there to

up

*

tossed my bag harshly on the bed and ripped my shirt off,

of the things I did anyway. I sighed as I examined my closet for one of Tom's large

for the night. And then I needed to think straight enough to set my life in order. If I lost my job as Chad's secretary, then I'd be back

me cringe and I instantly brushed it off. All I needed was an even more retentive memory, ridding myself of constant

all day anyway and I was assuming that talking to him at the moment would induce some relief. Tom was my boyfriend and we'd only been together a month and a half so

missed text messages from him and I giggled as I read through each and every one of them. Content of which was mostly how sweet I was, how priceless of a girlfriend I was and all the other

My smile vanished as my eyes landed on the last text from him.

this

surprise. What on earth had come over him was beyond my

texted him a question mark

need you to do me a favor baby."

a sudden felt like I was talking to some random stranger on the internet. Those kind that did nothing but forced you to send them pictures of you

in your bed. I promise

A nervous feeling overpowered my curiosity and I stared at my screen, biting on my lips impatiently staring at

"Well?!"

texted back impatiently.

nudes."

person but I definitely was not a sex