In Waves -Book 3

Chapter 17 - Pencil

Well the next few days went by and the sinking feeling in my heart was slowly dicipating and I was feeling peace within myself again.

I hadn't heard from Fran and was now only slightly dreading her polite but perky 20 questions when she next saw me, convinced she had played the ultimate cute chess game with me and Daniel, when in reality I had knocked the board clear off the table.

But another thing was on the horizon, it was work and the monthly meetings with the other editors and this one was a quaterly summary, which I am sure is just some managerial way off saying 'take a load of notes, but they won't actually have any relevance' but making it sound important.

Work was indeed my sanctuary and I don't know if it was luck or divine intervention that landed me there.

I had gone from working as a waitress on minimum wage , writing stories to stop me hurting myself and marking my skin from the stress I was under and the ever dark cloud of my PTSD and the grief I could never escape just engulfing me wholly.

I never took my chance for granted, and I had worked hard in what seemed like a short period of time and this wasn't an ordinary business, we were small and they looked at people's qualities rather than their qualifications.

I had, as you know, had written several stories online, one on of the many writing blurbs that popped up and it was like a rocket, it went mad online, I was ranking everywhere and suddenly I felt like I wasn't invisable anymore, even if I hide behind the fake name, oh no I am sorry, the pen name would be the correct term of Faith Forza, and for whatever reason the motion trickled from there and here I am, packing my hand bag for the meeting and emptying the sweet wrappers that littered its's pockets because a 4 year old always finds a way to stuff them in there.

But right now, I am just going to lay in bed, under the fluffy duvet, talk to Namjoon in my head a little, sip my tea and take out my contact lenses and then go to sleep, but only after I sneak to Aera's room and softly give her an extra kiss as she slept, but some nights I would just sit in her room by her teddy bears and whatever lay out her tea set was displayed on a little Pink and White table that Charlie has made for her for her 2nd birthday.

Even if life felt hell at times, I always had this little peace of heaven I could watch to keep my monsters away.

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The Coffee really wasn't coming out quick enough, it was hot but I needed to be drinking it, to still the bile in my stomach knowing I would be sat in a meeting and sadly Trevor hadn't fallen down somewhere and disappeared or been arrested that weekend, and he would be in the room too, his odorous presence intent on trying to look like a king pin but in reality he was just possibly the biggest bell end in the whole of London.

Coffee done , Two and half sugars and a little bit of Cinnamon syrup on the top and a quick stir and a swift swallow and I let myself walk back to my office until I was summoned.

It wasn't long until a familiar sound tottered near my door and I breathed a sigh of relief.

'Hey Fran!' I said softly, my hands now tapping on my keypad, and the Coffee aroma and steam decorating the air beside the screen.

'You are always going to know it's me aren't you? Fran giggled and she just stood and fidgeted.

'So is this a social call?' I joked.

'Not really, just staying out the pond...'Fran said as she kept one eye on the door and the desks outside.

'Toad?' I said reading her like a book and seeing that look I see in every assistants manner and I just wanted to eject the ass hat out of the company but knowing I couldn't.