I left the office for him. He's such an annoying person. I decided to take a stroll downstairs. I haven't made any friends, and I think it would be a great idea to make at least one. I need someone to keep me sane. It's so annoying how Nicholas treats me. Yes, I'm not his girlfriend or anything, but that doesn't mean he has to treat me like dirt.
I rolled my eyes and got into the elevator. I finally reached the last floor. I got out, and then the staring began. How come I didn't think about this? They all see me as his mistress or something. The glaring from the ladies is hard to miss. I huffed. Now I'm regretting coming downstairs.
"She could be his mistress," I heard someone whisper. I wanted to respond, but then I heard another person say something. "She isn't that beautiful. There are lots of beautiful girls out there, and he chose her?" Now I think I'm going to snap at them. It's getting too much and highly disturbing.