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.

those to

because they make you cough." He

for me, those are for

-"huh?"

the way, you're 'people'." I told him. Before he had the chance to

for me. It was creepy enough that he

life, the beginning of my downfall, the end of my existence, the start of my extinction.

the door and shut it behind me without looking up once to meet his gaze. I walked 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

look into his eyes. I was trembling and fear was

confusion as I bit on my small,tiny lips.

did." I stuttered, my voice sounded like I was choking on a croaking

"Well did you check your email?" He questioned, eyeing me up and

"I... I 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 me." I broke down completely. I was literally

was low and

the back of my hand, unable to answer

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 is why I called you here," he started, handing his phone over to me, "please get this charged and start

could not believe my ears and eyes. Chad had not seen my image after all, and, he

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 the attachment. I'll get that

head and shook his head

door and turned the doorknob. At the same time, someone from the other side took the same action simultaneously. The door swung open and slammed me

my forehead, securing Chad's phone

them kept their eyes on me with no sort of emotion. No remorse, nothing.

walked in with her high heels creating a pattern in my ears as she made her way towards Chad. He stood

Really? Nothing? Okay.

and decided to step out since I was now as good as

went wide. I almost dropped Chad's phone but I managed to catch myself. I gulped and closed the door behind me. I needed to find a way to

back there,

in, reminding myself to calm down. "Chill, remember in life that