I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Twelve~

I stare at the green bubble, the white coloured words a blur. It didn't say who sent it and what was the message about.

Trisha? No. No way. It can't be her.

I tried not to keep my hopes up, but too late. I was expecting it to be her, telling me she wants to speak to me.

Here goes.

My finger hovers above the message and my heart rate skyrockets.

"Please, please..."

I click it and unlock my phone. My eyes don't want to open them, not wanting to let me know whether it was indeed Trisha or not.

"wanna talk? text me back if you want."

Her words delivered her cold tone, which I assume was intended.

"please. let's talk. i'll explain."

I wasn't expecting a reply. She was probably still asleep. But it didn't matter. I just want her to know that I want to straighten things out.

Soon, the message took a back seat in my mind, even though it shouldn't have, as I realise that developing the game within a year was difficult. No, scratch that. It was impossible.

I miscalculated! I can't back down now. We'll just have to work overtime.

It was now 5, and I started to get ready. What I did with the remaining 45 minutes after I realised that the project was impossible to complete, was to start planning.

I was the first in the office, heading straight to work, not wasting another second.

It was eerily quiet, but that didn't bother me. I needed to start quick.

I wrote and sent emails that contained my instructions for the team, what I needed each and everyone of them to do.

An hour passed, and people slowly started to stream in, tired faces, annoyed, happy. The list goes on. But as they approached their desks and switched on their computers, it all changed to the same one feeling:

Anger.

Dear all,

The project Mr Frank has gave us needs to be out by the end of next year. I am here to tell you that we need to start staying overtime for that to happen.

Please give your all to this project. I promise you, once we push this game out, we can relax and see some profit. Struggle first, relax later.

Here is your individual instructions and what I need you to do.

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Look forward to creating the best game there ever will be with you all.

-Vivian :)

I highly doubt the smiley face did anything but annoy them further.

I dig into my work, starting on the storyline and characters, when I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in."

"Vivian, I'm here to say that I'm sorry."