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.

I need those to calm me down during

You hate them because they make you cough." He pointed out.

for me, those are for

-"huh?"

-"let's just say I need to express my anger by throwing stuff at people. By the way, you're 'people'." I told him. Before he had

He called for me. It was creepy enough that he was just a demarcation away.

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

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

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

me in confusion as I bit on my

stuttered, my voice sounded like I was choking on a croaking voice and my feet refused to attain enough balance to support

you check your email?" He questioned, eyeing

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

was low and surprising me

back of my hand, unable to answer his question.

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

my ears and eyes. Chad had not seen my image after all, and, he was handing his phone

and dried my tears 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 the attachment. I'll

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

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

up to my forehead, securing Chad's phone

me with no sort of emotion. No remorse, nothing. Chad slowly diverted his

a pattern in my ears as she made her way towards Chad. He stood up to receive her hug.

Nothing?

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

can come get it." She informed Chad and my eyes 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 get her phone back to his house without being caught.

then headed back there, there'd still be enough

and 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."