love and work

"shit."

A/N:  hi!! okay so this is my first proper fic so please try to be understanding if its not to the same standard as other works :') thank you for coming this far and i hope you enjoy my work! ill try to update when i can, but i wont publish any incomplete chapters. my personal preference is all lowercase, but im willing to change it if enough people have an issue with it or find it problematic. don't forget to vote and please feel free to leave comments at the end, as they are much appreciated!! see you next time, bye <3

you wake up to the sound of your alarm beeping, not so delicately grabbing it off the bedside table, desperate to silence it so your ears could rest. glancing over to check the time you read that it's 7:40am. you had to be at work in just over an hour. you leaned over to your left and pulled the curtain back, wincing at the abrupt change of brightness. falling back down on your bed, you let your hand rest on your forehead as you stared up at the ceiling, trying to adjust to the new lighting.

suddenly, you awaken, and quickly look back to your alarm to check how long you'd been asleep for. it was already 8:15.

shit.

you threw yourself out of bed, grabbing some clean underwear from your drawers and rummaged through the mindlessly scattered clothes on the floor until you found something that smelled decent enough. once you had finished dressing, you turned the kettle on for some coffee and decided to take a quick look in the mirror to see how the outfit had turned out.

you had to admit it wasn't too shabby considering it had just been thrown together from literal scraps. it complemented your figure well; a black vest tucked into some dark blue flares and a black button down over the top. sure it was slightly wrinkled, but it wasn't like you were going to meet anyone super important so you dismissed it. black, slightly platformed boots accompanied your clothes. your face consisted of rushed eyeshadow that, somehow, also turned out quite nice: you took note of how the dark colour complimented your green eyes. your hair was in messy space buns, with clips tying it back and butterfly studs to match.

you hurried back into the kitchen, grabbing your favourite travel mug and pouring in the hot drink. screwing the lid on, you scanned your apartment for your keys; once you'd spotted them on the floor you picked them up and shoved them into the tote bag which you had previously picked up as well. reaching for your jacket, you slung it around your shoulders and with one last check in the mirror, you were out the door.

walking briskly down the high street, you occasionally checked your phone for the time, eager to not be late - you couldn't damage your perfect record now could you? you checked your phone again: 8:35. only this time as you turned the screen off, a drop of rain landed on it. you looked up and for the first time that day you noticed how grey the clouds were. it was only spitting at the time, which you were of course thankful for. you hastened your pace nonetheless, just in case it didn't stay that way.

as you turn the corner of the street your work is stationed at, you see a silver bmw pulling out of the vip car park. at first this didn't phase you, as you see it everyday, however as you neared said car you realised you didn't recognise the number plate. curiosity piqued and you crane your neck trying to catch a glimpse of the person inside, but the tinted windows made such a task impossible. even so, the rain above had become heavier so you swiftly turned your focus on getting inside as soon as you could.

as you went through the spinning door, you saw your reflection and noticed the rain had messed your hair up a tad so you brushed it back, hoping the damage wasn't too bad or too noticeable. smoothing out your clothes, you headed in the direction of the lift, still playing with the mystery person's identity in your head. as you approached the doors, you swung your left arm out to press the button with the down arrow on it, but as you did so, the doors sprung open and it made you jump slightly. you soon calmed down when you realised it was your friend, and colleague, isobel, inside.

'david wants to see you, he's in your office.' she says, 'he said he's got a surprise project for you.' she giggled at this and winked but by the time you had fully processed this statement - with both fear and excitement in your mind - she was gone.

"a special project?" you muttered to yourself; for a second you wondered whether it had anything to do with the mysterious passenger in the car you'd seen a few minutes prior. this thought soon disappeared as you shook back into focus, realising the doors were closing in front of you. punching in number 17, for that was the floor you worked on, you leaned against the hand railing waiting for what was to come.

the doors opened and a dull ping sounded; with a slightly hesitant spring in your step, you trudged forwards towards your office. the black, oak door stood ominously before you, egging on your anxiety the closer you got. when you finally reached it, you took a deep breath and with shaky hands turned the handle and opened the door. closing it behind you, your boss, david, turned around to smile at you. this didn't do much to settle your nerves however and you tried desperately to read his eyes for any clue as to what he was about to tell you while simultaneously trying not to look too nervous.

now, at this point, nothing could have prepared you for what he was about to say, nor would you ever have guessed such a thing. and if you were thinking about that mysterious passenger before, you were definitely not going to stop now.