Maybe This Time

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN : BY CHANCE

SONG INSPIRATION : You and I by J.R. A.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN   :  BY CHANCE

 

                I became less interested with food lately, I didn't talk much as well, and I don't smile for I think a week now, Mara resigned from her post after that incident. My department now is struggling to balance work because we already lost two members. The HR Head just gave me a list of potential refill to the vacant posts; I am reviewing each and every one of them carefully when I came to read his vitae...

                Matt Flavian, applying for the post Isaac abandoned, I must say his experience and expertise are quiet impressive, I already got an incoming for Mara's post. And I don't see anything wrong with Matt's background less the personal past of course.

                Matt joined us after completing his requirement. Luckily Harold's on an out of town trip with his secretary, yeah... laugh at my face but yeah, I heard they are really enjoying each other's company, who knows? Maybe he found himself a pillow at night?

                Victor has minimal knowledge on what Matt has to do with me before so I didn't find it hard to convince him about passing Matt. As a celebration they all decided to go to Bob's later on today, I didn't vouched myself in because I really feel like partying at all. There is this permanent weight on my chest that I don't know how to lift.

                Because you know that you are a lost cause....

                Thanks inner demon, thank you so much!

                Felize stories are wildly circulating, on how did she and Harold spent their free time while in Macau, I played deadpan and deaf to better not be affected but deep inside I am sparkling in anger and jealousy...

                "Maybe you can use some good time dear?" Dean states, I just gave him a warped smile and shake my head, he frowns at me,

                "I mean I am fine, I am just tired. You enjoy tonight, okay?" I sweetly wished him, he kissed my cheeks and bid me good night, I am alone, finally.

                I am finishing the proposal for our next prospect local government unit when a tall man came inside our office and drop a glossy paper bag; I looked abruptly to him,

                "What are those? Your girlfriend's defects? No thanks!" I pushed the bag back to him,

                "Whose girlfriend?"

                "Your girlfriend." I fight the urge to sigh deep and roll my eyes, I continue reading the proposal, he then dropped the bag again to the bind proposal, I really am losing temper here,

                "She's not my girl. She's hot though. And really kept me company," I flinch on the last part, "Try to throw that and I'll be mad my entire life at you." With that he left me. I took the bag home, I am battling whether to check it or just let it rot in a corner, but I can't contain my curiosity, the way the material fall beautifully when I lifted it out the bag, it's a dress. A pink dress, it is a simple dress made with lace and silk, I touch it repeatedly on how divine it is, it's so elegant.