A single Promise (Wegberg trilogy 1.) (Lesbian story) COMPLETED

Chapter 9

At 08:45 Abigail arrived at the office with a cheerful smile. She decided to bring her own breakfast this once, grateful that she had any at all. Stepping out on the 21st floor, she beamed at Angela who was sitting behind her counter as always.

"Good morning, Angela." She waved kindly at the woman but to her surprise the woman didn't even look up.

"Good morning, Miss Abigail." Angela muttered; her eyes still focused on her laptop. Her cheeks became slightly flushed, though.

Abigail stopped midway turning to the woman questioningly. "Is everything all right?" she stepped closer, but Angela abruptly stood up and went to the printer to fetch some documents. "Yes Miss Abigail." She answered never looking the young girl in the eyes.

Abigail only nodded, feeling like she had missed something. Yesterday the woman greeted her like she was her own daughter, but now she was behaving like she was an intruder.

Opening the wooden doors, she softly closed them behind herself, eyeing Valeria, who was drinking her morning latte sitting comfortable in her huge chair.

"What did you do Valeria?" Abigail stood with both hands on her hips, looking at the woman accusingly.

"Good morning to you too!" the woman said sarcastically. 'What a good start...' the girl looked like an angry angel, ready to throw her small gloria at the woman. The elegant white turtleneck dress hugged her hips perfectly, drawing attention to her hourglass figure. 'She is not wearing a bra.' This was the most important thing that caught Valeria's eyes. The perky nipples were stabbing through the fuzzy material, signaling their want for attention.

"Are you even listening?" this snapped Valeria out of her daydreaming.

"I don't know what you mean." She put her mug down, looking through the files what Angela had placed yesterday on the small table outside.

The girl rolled her eyes at the woman's obliviousness. "I think Angela is having a problem. She wouldn't even look me in the eyes when I greeted her." Abigail threw herself in the chair in front of Valeria.

"She didn't look at me either." She started to type in something on her computer.

"And?" the tone brought Valeria's attention to the girl. "What AND?" she was getting annoyed by the girl bugging her.

"Did you ask her if she is all right?"

"Why would I? I am not her fucking psychiatrist."

"Oh my God, how can you be so fucking rude??" the girl jumped up from her seat looking at Valeria in disbelief. The woman stood up too.

"Listen here, meisje; I don't fucking care if she has a problem, until it's affecting her job. She didn't ask me for a day-off, so I am not gonna run around asking everyone to pour their little heart out for me." At this point Valeria was leaning over the table, pouncing every word in Abigail's face.

"It seems like you don't care about your employees." The girl folded her arms in front of her chest.

"It's not my job to care about them. I am only here to give them their paycheck." They were staring at each other, and an unsaid war formed between them as neither of them looked away.

However, it was the young girl who looked away first, intimidated that the woman will fire her if she keeps up this act. Her home was more important than Angela's problems.

After a minute of full silence, letting out an angry sigh, the woman walked around her desk exiting her office.

Looking after the fuming woman she made her way quietly to the huge door eavesdropping.