The Stalkers

Chapter 8: So Far So Good

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Talitha's POV

I'm at the pantry at the moment, making Siote's- I mean, Mr. Chuy's coffee. 

What?

I decided that I should be formal with him. Well, he is my boss after all and I think it might freak the other employees out if it seems like I'm too familiar with him. Emphasize the 'too'. I wouldn't be even be in this awkward situation if I just stayed home and moped about the lame job I lost, but no, I had to go to Heavie's and get drunk, meet a guy, get intimate with him and got pregnant.

Nice, Talitha, nice. I scrunch up my face thinking about those things. I sighed.

What's done is done, can't do nothing about it anymore.

Which is why I hate the fact that I can't change it.

Ugh.

I finally finished making my 'special' coffee. Actually, it's not that special. I just placed random spoonfuls of coffee powder, sugar and I added a bit of skim milk too. I don't why but when I was still your everyday, old average joe, my 'special' coffee seems to be such a hit to the customers. Which I think is weird, by the way.

I place the cup on a saucer. In the corner of my eye, I saw a pad of sticky notes. My lips kept moving around. It's a dead give-away for me. It indicates that I'm thinking something but I can't decide if I should do it. Hmm..

I shrug. What the hey. Can't hurt to try, right?

I pick up the pad and the pen conveniently laying there beside it. I scribbled something on the sticky pad. I smile to myself then took the slip and stick it to the side of the cup.

"Okay, done" I say. I carefully lifted the cup along with the saucer and made my way to Sio-, Mr. Chuy's office. I hesitated for a moment.

Oh, get a grip, Talitha. You're just delivering him the coffee he asked not a long moment ago.

I nod my head then lightly knocked on the door.

"Come in" Mr. Chuy says. I slowly opened the door with one hand. He looks at me with an amused grin. 

Okay, he really likes making me nervous, doesn't he?

This is my first decent job since my internship at a agency company.

Yeah, so okay, I do have an experience being a secretary. That was my internship job for school. I quit after I graduated.

What? It was an internship, so that means no matter how hard I worked, I still won't get paid. I hate my boss anyways. She kinda hated my guts and I kinda hated her a little- okay, maybe a lot but I can say it was a win-win situation.

So as I was saying, this is my first decent job and I can't afford to mess this up at any at all. I am serious. It's just temporary anyways until I can save a lot of money for my pregnancy then find a more decent job. It won't be that hard anymore because by then, I would have experience already.