You just want attention, you don't want my heart. May be you just hate the thought of me with someone...
I whimpered, keeping my hands on my ears as I heard the blaring sound of my phone. Fuck, sleepblockers. I groaned in annoyance before shutting it off. I yawned and pushed my face into the pillow again. As much as I loved the song, I loved my sleep more.
You just want attention you don't want my hea-
I screamed in frustration before snapping my head upwards and glaring at it. I picked it up without checking the caller ID and waited for the person to speak something.
"What did I tell you about not sleeping till late in the morning, my dear daughter?" I pushed the urge to scream way when I heard the sinister voice of my dearest mother who seemed to be in her teaching mode.
And her teaching mode only taught how to become a woman, a good woman, a good wife which I was soon going to be. She had already fried the cells of my head in her chicken gravy and I did not want to do anything with her morning dramas.
I nodded into phone, granting a small hmm. I heard her hissing and next second I heard her shout for dad.
"Patrick! Wake your daughter up in five minutes." She ordered, most probably throwing the phone at my father's feet.
I smiled and snuggled into the blanket.
"Let her sleep. Moreover, my daughter works till late night." He defended, making me remind myself to thank him later for the showing the kindness that my mother barely received from god.
"Your daughter is going to be someone's wife in some days and you are still spoiling her." Mom yelled, making me pull away the phone my ear shell.
I winced and shook my head as I heard a loud thwack and before I knew, the shrill voice my mother pierced my ears.
Well, she has a habit of standing up on bed and stomping on it when she gets overly irritated and today happened to be one of those unlucky day.
I heard my dad gasp loudly and whisper to me,
"Bye, princess. Your mom needs me, take your beauty sleep."
I nodded sleepily muttering 'love you' and the line went dead. Such a bad daughter I am, couldn't even ask for my mother's well being.
I smiled, snuggling into the sheets. One hour more shouldn't hurt, right?
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I blinked out of my daze and nodded at my driver who had stopped the car just before my office's building. I muttered a 'thanks' as he opened the door for me. I adjusted the collar of my shirt and picked up my office bag.
"Have a good day, Alex." I waved, entering the building hastily.
I was late and the only person whom I feared slightly was my secretary, Jake. The reason was this was our company and we both were the owners and this gave him all the rights in the world to command me.
I was the only one who had come up with the idea of merger company. Strangely and stealthily, he pushed me into the well of becoming ceo while he argued to stay as my secretary.
If I would have known that becoming ceo and managing that position would be this hard, I would have never agreed for his request in the first place even though I wanted to do my own business, not my father's.
Not to mention, he was my best friend and best friends are the most dangerous and violent.
"Oh! Here, here... atleast missy head got the time to report three hours late?" The unfamous voice of Jake greeted me as I entered his office.
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