Black and Blue

Chapter 8

GENAVIVE'S P.O.V.

I have to say, all-in-all, my first day at Si-fi was FUCKING AMAZING!!!

In the morning, I'd taken so much effort to dress up to make a good impression: it was my dream job after all.

Well, calling it my dream job makes it sound like I don't have other milestones to achieve my life but ... yeah, no, that's not it. I have more dreams to achieve. You can just say that this marks the end of phase 1.

Yeah sure Genavive! Compare your life to Marvel movies because that's what it is.

So anyways, I wore my favourite black pants that I'd purchased from Hollister. It was fitting till my knees and then they flared out at my ankles. Not too much, just the right amount. I wore a beige coloured turtle neck sweater. To complete the look, I wore beige coloured sandals.

Just the right amount of me.

I let my hair loose just the way I liked it. A big plus point of having curly hair is that you don't have to take out too much time to style it. They look perfect just the way they are.

When I entered the office, it looked exactly how I'd imagined it would look like. It was an open office with full length windows all around: there were hardly any walls. There were white lights adorning the ceiling and blue couches and chairs scattered all around.

The walls had brown soft boards with a lot of mind maps and plans pinned on it for the month. People were walking around trying to complete their tasks.

One of the corners of the office was dedicated to letting lose. It had a neon sign that said #Breathe. People were just lazing around there, talking to each other, reading, listening to music or just doing exactly what the sign asked them to do.

It was perfect. I was already in awe of the place. A week ago I was distraught about having to move to Seattle to work at Si-fi mainly because New York had the main office for the company. I'd really hoped that I'd land a job in that office but this wasn't turning out to be as bad as I'd imagined.

One other reason was because I was staying at Andrew's, with Andrew.

However calmly I'm thinking about this right now, it's only because I've already screamed and had mini palpitations about it since yesterday. I haven't truly processed the fact that I'm staying with him or even the fact that I've met him altogether but I'm getting there: slowly, dreadfully slowly.

Even though I'm happy about it, I'm also really stressed. If he finds out that Tina is me, Genavive, I have no idea how he'll react. Especially because it was me to blame for how things had gone down between us. However much I try to rationalise my move, I can't. I know I was wrong and what I did to him was wrong, but....

"Hi, excuse me, are you Genavive Francis?"

I turn around to see who it was. I wasn't paying attention to the office anymore because my thoughts keep circling back to fucking Andrew man.

I turned around to face a strong young man who looked around my age. He was wearing beige corduroys with a black polo t-shirt. He had a strong but sleek figure. He had light brown hair and had a stubble covering his broad jawline. He had black, sexy black frames sitting upon his nose, perfectly complementing his dark eyes.

Genavive smiled and stretched out her hand to shake his.

"Yes, that's me."

He smiled, "Hi, I'm Robert Myers and I also work for the marketing campaign team. We'll be working closely together for most of the upcoming projects."