office crisis

Chapter 4

Toni's POV

As soon as I entered the office I felt a harsh hand push my chest until my back hit the door. It made a loud sound and it hurt.
Next thing I heard was the door locking.

"Why is everyone saying that we are fucking Antoinette?!"
Cheryl hissed in my face.

Before I could comprehend what was happening she punched the door next to my face.
"Ch-Cheryl?!"
"Answer my fucking question!"
"Slow down! Who is saying what?!"
I tried moving her hand from my chest but she just pushed harder.

"Everyone in the fucking company! My fucking company!"
"I didn't-"
"Answer me Antoinette!"
She got closer to my face and I got scared as hell.
"I didn't say anything..." I whispered as tears escaped my eyes.
"Then who did?!"
"I promise you Cheryl!"
"How can anyone take me seriously if there are rumors that I fuck my fucking secretary?!"
"You're hurting me!" I cried out and she finally moved her hand, but she was still in my personal space.
"I don't believe you."
"Then fire me!"
"I don't wanna fire you."
"Then don't fucking hurt me like this!" I pointed out to my chest.
"Alright, I'm sorry for that. I may have overreacted." She put her palm gently on my chest and rubbed it a little.
"Why would I tell anyone that we fuck?!" I spat out.
"We don't fuck, Antoinette!"
"You know what I meant!"
"Alex told me that Stacy spread the rumor, and she also told me that you two talk often."
Finally a normal conversation.
"Stacy?"
"Yes. I don't even know who is that. But you do..."
I put two and two together and I realized that Stacy has always been jealous of Cheryl, especially after I told her that I've been crushing on Cheryl for about six years now.
"Oh my god..." I exhaled.
"What?"
"It's my fault."
"So you did say we are fucking?"
"No dummy! I only said-"
"Let's keep this conversation professional, shall we Miss Topaz?"
"We shall not because you glued me to the door fit your fist just a minute ago."
"Don't sass me."
"I told her...I told her something about our past."
"Our? What do you mean by our?"
"Cheryl...you can't tell me you don't remember me."
"What?!"
"From high school."
"I spent half of my high school drunk as hell, how would I remember anything?"
"Cheryl we kissed."
She laughed out loud now.
"Antoinette, you're being funny."
"Yes we did. But you were drunk and you didn't remember it the morning after. I've been crushing on you for so long..." I let emotions get the best of me and I felt warm tears on my cheeks.
She just stared at me emotionlessly.
"I even fought Veronica's sister because you actually payed attention to her."
She put a finger on her mouth trying not to laugh.
"So you do remember?" My eyes lit up.
"No it just sounds funny."
"Cheryl you're lying!"
I grabbed her face with both my hands.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
"I just need you to tell me! Just tell me you noticed me at least once!"
She sighed out and grabbed my hands, pulling them down.
"I do."
"Oh my fucking god..." I sighed out and let myself hit the door behind me as I looked up at the ceiling.
"Feeling better?"
"Fucking yes." I brushed off the tears from my face.
"So you've been obsessed with me for years, if I got you right?"
"Yes and it's been exhausting because you're a very mean woman!"
"Right..." She smiled.
"I think Stacy has a crush on me so she got jealous...and yeah she felt the need to say that we're fucking..." I finally explained to her.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"What else can I say to a crying kid on the floor with puffy eyes?"
"I'm not a kid Cheryl!"
"No?"
"Fucking no! You always used to say that to me! I'm not a fucking kid."
"Whatever. Stand up now please."
She ordered and went back to working on her computer.

I'm once again turned off by Cheryl fucking Blossom. This is the hundredth time in my life.

"Cheryl I don't love you anymore." I said loud enough for her to hear.
"You don't?" She laughed without looking at me.
"I don't."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe it's time that you take a nap."
"No. I want a drink."
"Okay. Sit up from the floor and go sit on the sofa, I'll bring you something to drink."
I sat on the sofa and crossed my arms.

"Here." She handed me the glass of wine from behind, so I could only see her arm.
"Thank you." I spat out angrily

At the end of the shift she offered to drive me home but I denied it.
"Alright, go get kidnapped then."
"Why would I get in the car with you, I don't want you slamming me in the door again and accusing me of shit."
"No I'm fine with you going home alone at this time, I should start looking for a new assistant since you're getting kidnapped tonight."
"Fine!"

Maybe she cares about me, at least a little bit.