Chapter 10

By the time I get back to the office I'm panting furiously and part of me suspects that I will end up with an heart attack at this rate.

I manage to make it to the my desk before slamming my butt on the seat. I groan deeply and bite my tongue hard to prevent frustrated tears from falling down my already warm cheeks. My eyes burn up and I look down before squeezing them shut.

I open them again after a few seconds and inhale sharply. I then exhale slowly repeating the process a couple of times before opening my eyes.

Jonah and Lena are out probably for lunch and I thank my lucky stars for that. I'd rather die a million times before telling them about the fateful events of today.

Everytime I remember Christians eyes screaming at me with distaste and rage I want to stab myself a million times. Saying that I feel bad will ba an understatement .

After a few beats a carry my bag and head out.

"Time to go home ."

I mutter to myself heading out.

Somehow I don't run into my office mates which I'm deeply grateful for. I'm conscious of the fact that people are staring at me as I pass. Did i start my period and stain my dress? Or is bottom suddenly attractive

I try to organize my jumbled thoughts to no end.

It's official tomorrow I'll hand in my letter .I'd rather quit early than be fired ...that will be too humiliating and I need to salvage the little dignity I have left.

"Hey what's that on your butt?"

A female voice calls from behind .This week is bad omen! And then it hits me ....All those gazes .....Coffee stains are all over my butt from my humiliating fall earlier.

I don't turn around to see who it is though I know that my actions are utterly rude. Not like I'll be staying here for long anyway. I console myself though I truly feel terribly bad for myself.

This is my first official job and I had dreamt long about it .I wanted to be better at something for once in my life and prove to people around me that I can achieve on my own .I really I'm a failure.

...

When I get home I throw my handbag across the room in a fit of anger and it lands hard on the wall before succumbing to the floor and I hear something crack.

"My phone !"

I cry loudly moving fast to get my bag .The screen has cracked a million lines and somewhere in my mind I know that it will never work again. I curse myself for being reckless before deciding to vent my anger on it.I throw my shattered phone gainst the kitchen wall not caring where the pieces fall before getting ass to my room.

By the time Mike arrives I have cried my eyes out and my head is pounding away painfully .I hear him shouting downstairs something about throwing my hideous bag on the floor and how he will like to wring my head so hard that i will never be able to breath again.

Seconds later I hear his footsteps approach my room followed by the sound of my wooden door opening . I hide beneeath my quilt hoping that he will think that I'm asleep and be discouraged to wake me up.

I squeeze my eyes shut and fake a snore to make it believable .

"Hey " Mike calls softly tapping my shoulders gently.Why isn't he mad at me....Has he not seen the mess I made somewhere in the kitchen? I somehow feel bad for my actions .I mean why did I have to vent my anger on my small ridiculous phone before banging it across the kitchen? Mike always cleans up after me and as much as I'm used to his yelling somehow I always end up feeling bad for him.

"I hope you know that I won't buy your stupid littlestunt." He says caressing my cheek. If he wasn't gay I could have mistaken his gesture .Hell if he was not gay I could have....

"Sam." He calls my name softly shaking my shoulders at the same time.

"You realize that sleeping people don't blush right?" I'm already imagining a huge smirk covering his face as he says those words .He shakes my shoulders some more and when I don't respond he uncovers me.

I open my eyes reluctantly and stretch a little before sending him a deadly glare .He chuckles at my little action before his eyes land on my puffy red ones.

"What happened ." He demands examining me. "Are you sick Sam?"

He asks reaching his hand to my forehead.His actions are cute and it's sweet to know on a fucked up way that Mike is genuinely concerned about me.

"I lost my job." I blurt out not wanting to worry him anymore. Saying it and hearing my own words feels terrible but not as before.

He narrows his eyes a little before running a finger on his head. "Come hear."

He gestures at his open arms and I'm more than willing to comply.

"It's ok babe." He says patting my back soothingly and I swear his actions makes me miss my father.

"I will kill that son of a bitch with my hands." He swears angrily .I try hard not to compare his body build with that of Christian and end up feeling like a shit hole afterwards. It kinda feels like I'm betraying my friend.

"What happened?"

He asks staring at me

"Worse than Yesterday?" He asks again .

"I poured coffee on Christian in the conference room and stained his shirt.'

Mike falls with a soft thud on the bed and pretends to faint .The scene is very silly and funny at the same time.

"I disrupted their meeting and fell on my ass."I inform.

Mike rolls his eyes back for effect and ends up looking hideous. Is this really his definition of passing out?

I Knock his head and he opens his eyes pretending to look around in fake panic earning another knock followed by a dagger glare from him.

"What was that for ?"

He asks fronwing at me "Knocking sense to your stupid head. I say with an oh obvious tone.

"I'm sorry Sam." He says getting off my bed .

"I would have fired you too if I was In his shoes."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better ?"I ask throwing a pillow at him.

"Ouch."

He winces but I Know he's just pretending to be hurt.

"You did pour him coffee before his board of directors. What do you expect princess ?" He asks sarcastically i can't help but groan into my pillows . He's right and I know it .