Need of Happiness

8

Channel walked into my office with a stack of designs. "Here you go." she set the papers on my desk.

"Thanks." I look through the designs to see if they're all there.

"So, are you busy tonight?" Channel asked.

I looked up at her with a questionable look. "Are you trying to ask me out?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "No, I was seeing if you want to hang out with me and a group of friends tonight."

I leaned back in my chair. "I don't think it's appropriate to have drinks with my employees."

Channel shrugged. "Nia, I'm like your only friend right now. Besides you need some people to talk to and a drink. And I'm your only opportunity for that, either way you're coming out this office with me. Either if I have to drag you out or you come on your on will. Your choice."
I stared at her like she reminded me of someone. "What? Is there something on my face?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No, you just reminded me of someone."

"Erin." my conscious said.

"Well, are you coming or not?" She asked.

I sighed. "Okay."

She jumped up and down. "Great. We'll leave at 7, I'll send you the address."

I nod and put on a fake smile. "Great."

Channel frowned. "I promise that you'll have so much fun. Look, if you don't like it nor my friends you can leave."

I nod. "Okay."

Channel gave me a last glance before walking out my office and to her desk.

The bing of my computer echoed through the silent room. I went to my emails and clicked on my mother's message; the list of the best lawyers in the east coast.

I can't believe I'm doing this....

"It's for your own good Nia. No more heart breaks or worrying." For some reason Erin voice replaced my annoying conscious.

I looked through the list and picked up my office phone to call the first name and number on the list; David Miles.

For the past 2 hours I was calling the lawyers, but every last one of them knew about my husband and his rep.

I huffed before putting the phone back on the hook. "This is hopeless." tears slide down my face as I buried myself in my arms.

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"Hey!" Channel yelled over the crowd of people in the bar trying to watch the Monday night football. We some how managed to walk over to her group of friends that is definitely younger than me.
"Everyone, this is Nia. Nia this is Rachel." Channel pointed to a mixed, hazel eyes and long curly brown hair woman.
"Tom." I looked to see a very handsome tan skin man. He's probably Greek.
"And last but not least, Fran." Next to Tom was a very thick milk chocolate lady, with some good ass weave as I might add.

"Hello." they said in a unison.

I waved. "Hi, it's so nice to meet you all."

"Okay, drinks. Im going to get some." Immediately Tom went through the crowd of yelling fans.

"So Nia, what how old are you?" Rachel asked.

"I'm 25. How old are you?" I responded.

"23. What's you're line of work?"

I was about to say something but Channel beat me to it. "Gosh, babe. Leave Nia alone." Channel wrap her arms around Rachel. "I'm sorry, Rachel is always asking questions. Since her father is a lawyer, she took up his trait in terrorizing people she meets."