I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Nineteen~

"Vivian, can I see you in my office for a bit?"

"Of course Mr Frank. Be right there."

I put down all the work I was looking at, and follow closely behind this intimidating man.

"Please close the door behind you."

I do as told, shutting it gently.

"I heard from your girlfriend that you were in a coma?"

"Yes. I-I have the medical-"

He puts up his hand, then points to the chair in front of his desk.

"Please take a seat."

A little hesitant, I walk towards the comfy chairs I admired but never got a chance to sit in. And boy were they comfy. My ass sunk right in.

"We have decided that we will help you in whatever way we can. I'm giving you a raise, effective tomorrow. But obviously you need to put in the effort. If I give everyone a raise based on pity, no one would take me seriously."

I didn't laugh because Alice told me he's a serious man, and based on context, this time wouldn't be appropriate to laugh.

"I thank you for that sir. I really appreciate it."

"Call me Frank. There's no need for 'sir's and 'ma'am's to be going around."

I nod and awkwardly smile at him, getting up and nearly tumbling over my foot.

"Uh.. is that all?"

"Actually, I think you're doing well. The project I've given you is tough. But you're already starting the coding, environment planning, SFX, and so on. I'd expected you to be only at the brainstorming phase now."

"Why thank you, Frank."

I smile and he nods.

"That'll be all. Keep up the good work."

Again, I smile and nod, shutting the door gently behind me.

Ok, that was good. He didn't seemed repulsed by the fact that I have a girlfriend. Good. Good.

I straighten my clothes and sigh, walking back to my desk and continuing to work on a storyboard to bring to the team meeting later.

Trisha's POV

"Ma? I got you a lawyer for-"

"Using my money?! You little bitch! Not only is your little slut spending my money, but so are you!"

"Listen. I'm helping you ok? Viv convinced me that if I didn't, I'd hate myself in future. So just take it."

With that, I slammed the receiver back down and land heavily on the couch. Running my hand through my hair, I sigh.

Ugh. When's Viv getting home? I wanna see her.

I hit her up on her phone. It was around 4 and she told me that usually she isn't busy around then.

"Viv?"

"Oh Trish! Hey. What's up?"

"I'm just missing you, that's all. When you coming back?"

"I get off around... 5 ish? So about an hour before I arrive home?"

"How's about I cook you dinner? And then.. I dunno, desert?"

She chuckles.

"Ok sure. I'll see you then. Make sure my dessert packs a punch ok?"

"Of course."