Chapter 3

• "OMG!. 7: 30 am. I will be late for work.”
• I shudder out bed.
• ”You!. What are you still doing in my bed?. Get up!. And leave right now!."
• I yell with no mercy.
• ”Dam, Grace!.”
• He flinches, wrapping himself with the bedsheet.
• This pisses, work starts at 7:30 am and I'm still not ready, yet!.
• ”James, I'm serious!. You have to leave!. You know how it works!.”
• I scowl.
• He feels the bitterness in my voice tone.
• This makes him quiver out of bed.
• "Ok, ok!. I am leaving your house. No need to get hostile!.”
• He picks up his dresses and hurriedly wears them.
• He moves closer to me as soon as he gets done.
• ”Give me a kiss, baby!."
• He unexpectedly clenches my waist and yanks me closer to him with a deep kiss.
• This completely alternate my mood.
• "Haha!. You got to leave!."
• I nudge him out, taking steps towards the door with his lips still plugged in mine.
• As soon as we got to the door, I unfasten my lips from his, and I thrust him out.
• "No, breakfast baby?!."
• He cries strutting at my doorstep.
• "Sorry, ba...by...!."
• I nuts, more of a mockery, and I bang the door at his face.
• ”Grace...!.”
• He yells my name.
• This makes me slightly chuckle.
• With that, he leaves.
• "Finally, he is gone!... Now, work, work, and work!.”
• I repeat to myself. Reality hurts.
• I rush to the bathroom for a quick bath, then
• dress.
• After which I hurriedly drive to my work site. I wish I could fly.
• ”My Boss is going to kill me!.”
• 20 minutes late,
• I ender the building praying not to meet with my boss on my way to my office.
• "Grace you are late!."
• My Boss welcomes me with this.
• We meet in the corridor, with me trying to sneak into my office slightly opposite his.
• ”Busted”
• I cry deep within. I dislike this man.
• I take a slow-motion before turning to face him.
• "Sorry, sir, it isn't intentional!. Somethings came up!."
• I retort with a trembling voice.
• He scowls.
• "Grace, Another warning!.”
• He warns
• I bend my stare down to the ground, with a very gloomy look like that of an inoffensive newborn baby.
• ”I sent some files to your office. Start working on them, right away!."
• He adds with a strict tone. And he walks to his office.
• "Yes, sir!. I will do just that!."
• I quickly enter my office and I start my daily work.
• ”Heavenly Ghost!.”
• I cry aloud.
• The files are damn much. ”Are these decades Archives?”.
• One of the many reason I hated Monday mornings. Just staring at these files makes me weak. And I feel so sleepy, I didn't sleep well last night.
• I'm unable to review these files and we have a meeting. Another reason why I hate Monday mornings. We have a weekly conference every Monday. I'm the one to expose. I'm in charge of the statistics department.
• It's something great, especially for a young girl of my age. 26yrs. It's a good job though very exhausting most of the time.
• These files give me a headache.
• Comfortably seat on my office stool, I place my head on the slap right in front of me, just to relax for a couple of minutes.
• This is how I fall asleep without realizing it.
• A few minutes later, close to hours.
• The office phone rings.
• I abruptly quiver out of my sleep, like I'm being followed by some demons. So embarrassing to see.
• I hastily pick up the phone call.
• "Grace hope you are done with the files. I need the summaries in my office 30 minutes before the meeting starts. That will be all for now!."
• My boss freaks me out.
• " O...ka...y... sir!."
• I pull my wards in shocks, but he already offed the call.
• I start working on the files but I'm left with an hour. The meeting is in the afternoon, directly after our break. I'm left with 2 hours before the meeting but my boss needs the files sooner, I think I'm going to grow made.
• He phones calls but I don't pick it up. I know what he wants.
• He finally barges into my office yelling so loudly that nearly everybody on our floor can overhear.
• The bitterness in his voice gets me guilty.
• He threatens to fire me if I don't present the files in time.
• With that, he leaves back his office!.
• I'm terrified, I can't work quicker than this. I try to, but I end up mixing up things and time is passing.
• I know my job is gone. I have no superpowers to read all this is in this short period.
• My eyes become red, filled with tears of regret.
• It's already too late. God knows how I love this job.
• ”Consequences of my stupid actions!.
• I preferred my sex over my job. If not why didn't I sleep very late last night?.”
• I blame myself for this.
• When I think everything is over, James barges into my office and finds me steaded on the ground, helpless.
• James has been around. He heard every the boss said.
• "What are you doing!. Get up and work!. Stop wasting time. I will help you do this, after all, it's my fault.”
• He gives me a soft smile of comfort.
• I'm weak, I can't even smile.
• ” you should start with those and I do this. Let's be fast about it.”
• He sets the timer.
• I get relax.
• The work goes faster.
• He seriously works with any break, not even to stare at each other.
• I hurry to my boss' office as soon as we are done. I place all the documents on his table. He gazes at me in shock.
• "Great job Grace!. And next time do it at the right time. You are excused this time. Not well, it's the last!."
• He insists
• A few minutes later,
• We all gather for the meeting. I'm so happy. All thanks to James. He was of great help.
• The meeting goes on well and everybody seems happy. May I feel this way because I'm the one happy here?. Anyway, I'm really grateful to James.
• After the long meeting which lasted for a few hours, we all moved back to our offices and resumed work. Completing our various jobs for the day.
• I can say the day ended up well for me.
• A few hours ago, I thought that I was going to be fired. Just thinking about it still hurts.