The Cult [h.s]

~seven~

Alena's POV

I pack up all my stuff in my bag, take my phone from the table and get out of my lab.

While speeding down the hallways of the basement to reach the elevator, I check up on the digital watch on my wrist.

Shit, it's 1:15 pm.

I am running fifteen minutes late. Even if I drive at full speed then also I will reach at 1:30. Which is gonna make me 30 minutes late. Wow.

I race into the elevator, quickly play the melody and it starts moving up. Some days I wonder why did I even made this system? There could simple have been stairs. But well stairs take up time so that is why there is this elevator in the first place right? 

It is such a dumb thing. But also not so dumb, is it?

Music is a protective path into your extravagant mind.

I dash into the parking lot and get into my Porsche, my own personal beauty and start driving at full speed. Okay, maybe not full speed but still some speed. I am not looking for a traffic ticket today or ever in my entire lifespan.

I can't be late again. This would be the second time this week and I am pretty much sure I will be late for a third time soon.

Why do I even have to do this? Well it is important for all of us to do but still.

Ugh.

I park my car across the street and walk inside the garage as fast as my limbs would take me.

"I am so so sorry, I was so caught up with things that I lost track of time. I won't be late again. I promise. I know it's my second time this week and prolly the seventh time this month but seriously this is the last time I am coming late. I promise," I start ranting out apologies. My boss isn't a fan of me coming late almost all the time. And I am not a person who makes excuses so I might as well come clean.

I hear laughter from somewhere and I open my eyes. Looking around the place. I find absolutely no one.

Except...

"That was quite a sight, Alena. You should have seen yourself ranting, that made my day," my best friend continues laughing, looking at me.

"Stop laughing you fool!" I say, sternly. But he burst out into laughter even more with tears in his eyes.

"Stop, stop. Where is Mrs. Henry?" I ask him, walking towards my locker, typing my code and placing my bag in it.

He tries stopping his laughter then says, "she had some emergency. Had to go," he chuckles.

I sigh in relief, "uff, thank god she isn't here now to scold me."

"Well she will when I tell her," he smiles, cheekily.

"You won't, Zayn," I warn him.

"I will," a smirk plasters on his face with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I know Zayn will not. He is just teasing me. He loves seeing me all flustered up. That cheeky guy.

"Now go. Change quickly and come out to help me," he says as I walk further into the shop/garage.

"Yeah, I will be back in a minute," I reply and get inside the small changing room. I change into an off white short sleeved shirt with a blue jumpsuit over it. I tuck my hair into a tight bun by the support of a pencil and take off my sneakers.

Typical car mechanic outfit.

I go out and find Zayn under a black Mercedes, obviously working with the mechanics.