Mamba's Rumba

Diya's POV

" What do you mean the office is closed?!" I exclaimed at the guard on duty standing in front of my ex-employment place. " Yes, Miss. The office is indeed closed for today" he confirmed with a stiff nod. What the heck? Does he think I ruined my beauty sleep to just come here and hear his crap!

Beauty sleep is meant for beauties, not for ugly ducklings...

Fuck off!

" I have an appointment with Mr Jones today," I said firmly giving him a challenging look. " Do you have proof?" he asked giving me an annoyed look. I scoffed and showed him the damn email on my phone from Mr Jones. " Happy now?" I said almost shoving my phone on his face.