Wrong Number

Feeling dead, I sat on my bed. I was in double trouble. First, I had in my hands the phone of one of the most influential women in town. It was just one phone but dramatic acts were not extinct and I was not going to be astonished if three billion helicopters hovered around my roof, just because they tracked me down.

I buried my face in my hands and scratched my head furiously like it was the root of my problems.

I could see it. Walking into the shop with my signature mop, my hair in a messy bun, my shirt not ironed because no.

I sat like that thinking, unable to sleep. Well, that inability lasted five minutes because I closed my eyes and let the cool wind take me deep.

*

My alarm clock was seeping its sound into my dreams. It was Chad in his office. He looked angrier than ever, his muscles hidden beneath his expensive suit jacket and coordinated shirt sleeves. For some reason, he was calling for me whilst ringing a bell. The bell kept chanting, 'you are fired'. The bell, was my alarm clock.

Sluggishly, I drew my eyes open and banged the stupid old clock off. It had been a gift from the company, a dumb Christmas gift, I considered it an insult anyway, it wasn't as if I was late to work that often. I didn't even know if I should bother with the extreme process of having my bathe. It did not seem necessary but I chose to do it.

I put my hair up in a ponytail, and at the very least it was neat. My sky blue shirt was tucked into my navy blue skirt and they'd been ironed two days before. I looked at the mirror and wiped harshly at my freckle-littered face. I looked fair enough.

Sighing, I picked my turquoise blue handbag and headed for work. I wanted to look good on the last day so that when I was returning home from work, people would see me crying because I got hurt not because I was some street beggar. I promised myself that I was going to grab a sandwich on my way to work, for breakfast.

*

My desk was fairly organized and I sat there, waiting like a puppy, as I got ready to be called upon by Chad. Just then, my phone beeped and I picked it up to know who it was. Tom. Well, finally.

I answered and put the phone up to my ear, "Nikki!" He chanted excitedly. "Oh my God, I was thinking of coming to find you at work. Look, I'm so sorry if I had upset you, it wasn't my intentions, I needed to calm my hormones..." He started his story that I had no interest in.

"Shut up Tom, this is definitely not the time for this. I'm in bigger trouble. I'm on the verge of losing my job and that can happen any minute from now." I groaned into the phone.

"What the fuck? Why?" He gasped.

"Just set up a warm bath, get me a large bowl of ice cream and popcorn, and two large coconuts." I ordered.

"Why?" He uttered in confusion.

your place any second, I need those to calm me down during

because they make

me, those are for you."

-"huh?"

by throwing stuff at people. By the way, you're 'people'." I told him. Before he had the chance to respond, Chad Bush's voice filled my

enough that he was

gulped and hung up on Tom. This was it. The end of my life, the beginning of my downfall, the end of my existence, the start of my extinction. I shifted uncomfortably in my desk and cleared my throat before standing to my feet and heading to his

towards his desk and stood in front of him wondering why he was in silence. Was he taking in my body's image. What if I looked dumb in the picture? I swallowed my gasp remembering the fact that I had not shaved in six months. God,

asked. I managed to look into his eyes. I was trembling

me in confusion as I

like I was choking on a croaking voice and my feet refused to attain enough balance to support my weight so

email?" He questioned,

couldn't." I closed my eyes tight. I reopened them with tears slipping down my cheeks. "Sir I know this is the hardest thing to do, I didn't mean what I did, I know it's even sad to ask you to let me keep my job but there's no harm in trying, please don't fire

low and

sniffed and wiped my nose with the back of my hand, unable to answer

something you've done wrong. Well, it's no problem, I don't have so much work for you to do, plus, I was unable to send you the second attachment because my phone died after that text and I didn't have time to charge because I had someone over." He told me and pulled his phone out of his drawer. "Which

image after all,

gladly. "I'll get that done. Thank you for..." I stopped to chuckle a little and then tried to bite back my laughter, "thank you for forgiving me for not editing

and shook his head pitifully. I turned around on my heels to leave, with his phone.

turned the doorknob. At the same time, someone from the other side took the same

up to my forehead, securing Chad's phone in my

with no sort of emotion. No remorse, nothing. Chad slowly diverted his eyes on Rebecca.

"Yeah I wasn't going to." She walked in with her high heels creating a pattern in my ears as she made her way towards Chad. He stood up to receive her hug.

Really? Nothing?

rubbed my forehead and decided to step out since I was now as good

get it." She informed Chad and my eyes went wide. I almost dropped Chad's

and changed, then headed back there,

took a deep breathe in, reminding myself to calm down. "Chill, remember in life that most of the things we worry about actually never happen." I told