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"Alright ma I'm at work, I'll call you later," I said to my mother Kindra.
"Alright hun, I'll see you later," She ended.
I hung up the phone and placed my stuff on my desk. My eyes landed on my Chai Latte, and I immediately picked it up and took a huge gulp. I searched around for my schedule and when I didn't find it, I yelled for my assistant, Avery. After a few seconds, she slid into my office with bright eyes and a giant grin on her face.
"What's got you so happy this early on a Monday?"
"Girl dick. If you'd actually go out instead of being cooped up in here, maybe you'd get some!" She cackled.
I'm so sick of people telling me that. If I wanted a man under me, I could definitely get one.
"If I wanted to have sex, I'd simply go and do so. I find pleasure in things other than men," I quipped at her.
"You need somebody to knock them cobwebs down sis," She shot back.
"I don't need anything but for you to tell me my schedule so I can get on with my day," I said arching my brow at her.
Ha! I won! I turned and sat at my desk while she sighed with a defeated look on her face.
"There's clearly no changing your mind, so I'll drop it for now. You have three existing clients coming in today and a potential client coming in for an assessment. The first is coming in in about 30 minutes," She rattled off.
I'm already tired and I haven't even seen my first client yet. I rolled my neck around and cracked my knuckles trying to get comfortable in my seat.
"Is that all?"
"You have dinner with your parents at La Morella at eight"
"Thank you, feel free to take your break whenever you finish filing those papers I left on your desk"
"Yes ma'am"
She turned to leave and when she finally left my office, I slouched down in my seat. I let my hair out of its tight bun and slid my jacket off trying to find some level of comfort. I need to decorate in here. The stuffy, drear space always found a way to darken my mood. I made a mental note to go out and purchase some things this weekend. I stood up and walked to the blinds to open them so the room wouldn't seem so dark. I fluffed the pillows on my couch, and rearranged some things on my desk. My anxiety called for me to constantly move things around, even if the space was empty. I walked back over to my chair and as soon as I sat down the phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Your first client is here. Are you ready for me to send them in," Avery asked on the other line.
"Yes, go ahead. And before I forget, I'm thinking about ordering some Panera. Do you want something?"
"Ouu girl yes! I'm so glad you asked. I'll text you my order," She chirped.
