Wrong Number
Chapter 3
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.
need those to calm me down during my breakdown."
"What's the coconuts for? You hate them because they
that's not for me, those
-"huh?"
just say I need to express my anger by throwing stuff at people. By the way, you're 'people'."
me. It was creepy enough that he was
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
I walked towards his desk and stood in front of him wondering why he was in silence. Was he taking in
asked. I managed to look into his eyes. I was trembling and fear
furrowed his eyebrows at me in confusion as
I was choking on a croaking
questioned, eyeing me
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
low and surprising me for the first
of my hand, unable to answer his question.
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
not seen my image after all, and,
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 get that
sprouted head and shook his head pitifully. I turned around on my heels to leave, with
got to the 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 right against the wall.
one hand up to my forehead, securing Chad's phone in
no sort of emotion. No remorse, nothing. Chad
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
be there by ten so I 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
ended by seven, if I got home and changed, then headed back there, there'd still be enough time
"Chill, remember in life that most of
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