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 my breakdown."

for? You hate them because they make

no, that's not for me, those are for you."

-"huh?"

say I need to express my anger by throwing stuff at people. By the way, you're 'people'." I

It was creepy enough

downfall, the end of my existence, the start of my extinction. I shifted

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 picture? I swallowed my gasp remembering the fact that I

into his eyes. I was trembling and fear was written in my glassy

me in confusion as I

croaking voice

your email?" He questioned, eyeing me

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

you okay?" Chad's voice was low and surprising me for the first time, pitiful.

and wiped my nose with the back of my hand, unable to answer his question.

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

Chad had not seen my image

get that done. Thank you for..." I stopped to chuckle a little and then tried to

sprouted head and shook his head pitifully. I turned around on my heels

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

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

me with no sort of emotion.

with her high heels creating a pattern in my ears as she made her way

Nothing? Okay.

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

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

ended by seven, if I got home and changed, then headed back there, there'd

"Chill, remember in life