"Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice." - Punk 57
*I don't own any of the characters except the OCs.
Melanie Lovett was a former CIA Agent. She decided it wasn't in the cards for her to kee...
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The Next Day:
I woke up to an excruciating headache. It felt like a hammer was banging against my head repeatedly.
Groaning, I got out of bed and headed to my closet. I picked out a dark blue hoodie, some black leggings, and white sneakers. I wasn't in the mood to wear anything fancy enough and I wasn't technically working yet either. I just wanted to be comfortable and avoid as many people as possible today.
I walked out of my room and into the kitchen on our floor. There was no one around. I opened the fridge to see plum's tauntingly staring back at me. I knew Barnes would kill me if I took any. He made it clear that they were his plums. But there was something about not being able to have something that makes it all the more desirable.
I shook my head. I would take one at another time. I was already on thin ice with Barnes. I had only been here for a couple days, and I didn't want to get fired just because Barnes decided to throw a hissy fit over a plum.
So, I grabbed a banana instead. I walked to the kitchen island and sat down, peeling the banana peel back.
As I put it in my mouth, my teeth grazed the yellow fruit. I moaned out loud at the initial taste. I loved bananas. Especially when they were just the amount of ripe I wanted them to be.
Someone cleared their throat. I hadn't even taken a bite yet when I turned to see Barnes giving me a smug look from the corner of the kitchen. My mouth fell around the banana and into a frown. I was hoping to avoid him as much as possible since our fight yesterday. Guess fate had other plans.
"What a pretty sight," he chuckled, looking me up and down.
I bit into the banana and ate the piece.
"Someone should put a fucking bell on you," I grumbled.
"Oof. What an unprofessional way to speak to your superiors, Miss Love," he frowned mockingly.
I rolled my eyes, taking a smaller bit of the banana this time. He didn't need any more ammo in his stupid jokes.
"Yeah, because you alluding to me sucking dick while I eat a banana is such a professional way to speak to me. Get a life, geezer."
"Geezer? Ouch. Right where it hurts, Little Olive," he held his chest.
"Don't you have something better to do with your life than annoy the living shit out of me?"
"Nope."
I groaned out in frustration. He walked closer to me, leaning on the kitchen island.
"Why are you wearing that?" he motioned over to my hoodie and leggings.
I glanced down at my outfit then back up at him. Some nerve this man had considering he usually wore clothes you'd see at a bar.
