It Just Happened One Day

4.

I head home after the incident, or small mishap, but it keeps lingering in my mind no matter how much I don't want to think about it.

All the women I've ever met or talked to wouldn't mind me touching them, some would even enjoy it.

Was I being mindless? Careless? But I didn't intend to make her feel like that.

I truly didn't think before I acted. Well I did. I was just looking admiring her, and I saw the ice cream on her chin.

Doesn't any decent human being think to wipe it? Or is that just me?

2 am.

Asshole. I've never been called that except for my past girlfriends when I broke up with them. I got the whole dictionary of curse words when I did that.

She was genuinely terrified. Of me?

Ugh I shouldn't think about it. She's just gonna fucking quit in a couple days and become nothing to me.

3 am.

Ugh why is he not picking up? Do I seem desperate? No, I just have a question.

I call again. No answer.

I ring his phone one last time, and thankfully he picks up.

"Mr. Woods, always nice hearing your voice." I say.

"Mr. Barrett. Why the call so late?" well your my assistant, I think you should assist me whenever. But he's earned my respect over the years so I don't want to upset him or lose the respect.

"Oh sorry, I just had a hypothetical question to ask." I say.

"Go ahead sir." he responds with a yawn that slipped out too soon before he muted.

"So hypothetically you met this girl, and eat ice cream. The girl has ice cream on her chin and you wipe it off but she freaks out. Why would she freak out?" why am I being like this? I don't care this much.

"Uhm, well sir, I believe she might have felt like you intruded her personal space? And if you met her recently that means she's not comfortable with you, is this about-"

"It was hypothetical. Have a good night Mr. Woods." I say while ending the call.

Intrude her space? Not comfortable? I admit I don't have the best social skills, nor do I want to, but I wasn't trying to intrude on her space.

I'm not gonna think about it. It's not relevant to me.

But I have insomnia and I sleep three hours if I'm lucky every night.

~

"Good morning sir." Vincent says while yawning widely in the elevator.

"Good morning. Did you have your morning coffee yet?" he looks up at me with such concerned eyes I think I said something wrong.

"Sir your in a good mood today. Did something happen?" he asks while gulping. Do I scare everyone? Well I like it that way.

"No I-" I stick my arm out the elevator to stop the doors from closing and Vincent widens his eyes.

"Scarlett. Don't you think you should be getting to work earlier?" she walks away. She fucking walked away from me?? When I was speaking?? Oh today's gonna be fun.

"Sir should we go up now?" he suggests. I pull my arm back and tap the side of my forehead in annoyance.

"Black coffee, no sugar and milk correct?" I ask.

"Oh sir I'm flattered you know my order, but-"

"Got it." I say, and he shuts his mouth.

I walk into work and all the fuss and speaking comes to a halt when I walk down the hallway. Good. They know what power I hold.