Conflict of Interest

First Impression

My day started out like every other week day. My alarm went off at exactly 6 A.M, I set it to snooze so I could enjoy another 15 minutes in bed.. and then, 

"FUCCCKK!" I cursed as quiet as possible to myself. I did it again, I overslept. I should've been up from 6:15 A.M and here I am at 7 A.M scrambling out of bed like a headless chicken. My subconscious reprimands me for always turning 15 minutes into 45. How does that even happen?! I only closed my eyes for two seconds. 

I quickly realized that I was taking too much time trying to figure out how I managed to oversleep instead of getting a move on it. I ran for the door and headed down my narrow, cream colored hallway and gently opened the door adjacent to my room. There I saw my angel, Sammy, fast asleep. Her quiet snore is really the most adorable sound I've ever heard. I move toward her bed and shrug her lightly.

"Wake up baby, it's time to get dressed and we're already running late."

Sammy stirred gently in her sleep and her long lashes slowly opened, drawing me in to two beautiful blue orbs with light specs of green and brown. God! She's so beautiful. 

"I'm awake mommy." 

I smiled at her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. By then she jumps out of bed and runs to the little girls room. I walk towards the bathroom where I see where she has already started undressing. I tell her to cool off while I start making breakfast. Since we're already late, I make the "late special" as Sammy calls it- which is eggs and bacon with chocolate tea for her and coffee for me. I'll need it strong and black for the day ahead of me.

Shortly after I finished preparing breakfast, I quickly bathe and dress Sammy and myself. 

For the second time this morning I yelled-whispered "FUCK!". I cursed myself for not remembering that I had to be early for work as the CEO would be flying in to see what is happening in his company.  After all this time sitting on his high horse, somewhere in the Maldives I think, sipping on coconut in short trousers, this man has decided to just spring in to make peoples' lives hell! Although I have never met him in person before,  I have heard how much of an ass he can be, and I most definitely am not looking forward to seeing any asses anytime soon! Especially not now when I'm this close to getting a promotion. 

I decided last minute to up my dressing game just for this morning's meeting. If I have to meet this man, at least I'll look ok enough to not be scrutinized for looking "below par." 

"Wow mommy, you look preeettyyy." I smile at my sweet girl's compliment. I kiss her on her cheek and in 3 minutes flat close the doors, strap her in her car seat and pull out of the drive way. 

It's 8:05 A.M when I park in Morrison Thorpes' parking lot. Only five minutes late, I'm impressed. Even though it has been three long years, I still feel giddy each time I walk up the long flight of stairs leading to the large glass doors of my workplace. I know I'm smart but landing a job here felt like such a long shot! I'm forever grateful for my bestfriend Alicia, who submitted my application behind my back. 

I rushed to the elevator and punch in floor 24, two floors away from the top floor. As the doors close, I am greeted with my reflection from the glass walls of the elevator. I am so happy I decided to wear my plum dress, that fits snugly around the waist and showcases a sweetheart neckline and hems that stop right above my knees. I paired my knockout work dress with black and plum pumps and a black handbag. My ginger hair is pulled tightly in a ponytail, hanging just above my lower back. With the rush I was in this morning, I had not gotten a chance to put on any makeup so my natural face would have to do. 

Within thirty seconds of stepping out of the elevator, for the third time today, I yelled- whispered "FUCK!" There was no one on my floor, which only suggests one thing- Mr. Asshole is here and I'll stick out like a sore thumb for being late. Fuck my life.