LATE FOR WORK

She hugged him.

"Ralph, is that you?" She asked

"I am not Ralph, I am Nathan," he replied.

"How dare you talk back at me, I am the queen of the under….." she passes out. He sighed and rested her in the chair, leaving the seat belt on.

Minutes later

He arrived in front of her house and saw Medusa standing in front of the building. He parked the car and she approached him.

"Are you Miss Medusa?" he asked.

"Yes, and where is she," Medusa inquired.

"Yes, she is inside the car," he replied, and Medusa opened the car and tried to carry Lucinda out.

"Why don’t I carry her for you," he asked.

"No need," Medusa said, carrying Lucinda out of the car.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?" he asked, leaning against his car.

"Thank you," Medusa replied, carrying Lucinda into the building.

She carried Lucinda into the house, dropped her on the bed, and removed her shoes.

"You are good for nothing," Medusa said, and slept beside her.

The next day,

It's 11:00 am and Lucinda's phone kept ringing. She cut the call and continued sleeping.

"Why is your phone making so much noise?" Medusa lamented, opening her eyes.

She looked at her phone.

"Fuck!! "Lucinda wake up, you're late for work," she said, shaking her profusely.

"Let me sleep," Lucinda complained, and her phone rang again.

"It’s your boss calling, i told you clubbing wasn’t a good idea," Medusa said.

"No, you didn't tell me it's called "living the good life," Lucinda said as she sat on the bed and her bowed her head.

"I didn't, but you are extremely late for work."

"Can’t you just call my boss and tell me I'm not feeling fine?" Lucinda said she was trying to lay on the bed when Medusa dragged the bed sheet.

"Better late than never, stop being a lazy ass and get out of bed, you haven't told me who the handsome guy is that dropped you off at home last night," Medusa beamed, and Lucinda stood up.

"I don’t remember much from yesterday night," Lucinda said, holding her head.

"And what’s this pain I feel in my head?" Lucinda frowned.

"It called a hangover, for drinking too much alcohol," Medusa said.

"But I remember I didn’t drink too much yesterday, only once, and I think the thing humans call alcohol is bitter with no taste at all. It's called "torture." Lucinda grinned.

"Go bath I will call for medicine for you," Medusa said, and Lucinda's phone rang again. She looked at the caller and sighed. She answered the phone and placed it in her ear.

"Lucinda!! Where are you? " Ralph shouted with a large voice. She removed the phone from her ear and mouthed to Medusa, "He is furious." she stated.

"Talk to him, tell him you are on your way." Medusa illustrated

"Hello Lucy, are you there," Ralph asked, and Lucinda cleared her throat.

"Yes sir, I am on my way," she said, and hung up.

"Why did you hang up on him?" Medusa asked.

"He can scold me, but not over the phone." Lucinda whined.

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