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'll be at your place any second, I need those to calm

the coconuts for? You hate them because they make you cough." He

not for me, those are for you."

-"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

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

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 office.

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 had

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

me in confusion as I bit on my small,tiny lips.

croaking voice and

email?" He questioned, eyeing me up and down.

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

and surprising me for

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

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

and eyes. Chad had not seen my image after all, and, he was

to chuckle a little

and shook his head

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

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

of them kept their eyes on me with no sort of emotion. No remorse, nothing. Chad slowly diverted his eyes on Rebecca. "Rebecca? You're here? I didn't know you were

pattern in my

Nothing? Okay.

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

phone at your house I think, so I came to let you know. I'll be there by ten so I can come get it." She informed Chad and my eyes went wide. I almost dropped

headed back there, there'd still

I sighed and took a deep breathe in, reminding myself to calm down. "Chill, remember in life that most of