Green Eyed Daydream #Wattys2016

Chapter 7

Carrie's POV

Monday at the ad agency is as busy as ever, and I welcome it. I need the distraction of work after my fight with Jonah. He didn't even try to reach out to me after that disastrous lunch, and I'll be damned if I call him first. He's been getting away with being rude for much too long, and I'm not going to go easy on him. I still can't believe I was mad enough to call off our Wednesday night date, but I think a little time apart will do both of us some good.

"Hey, Carrie, you okay?" I hear Samuel ask, and my mind snaps back to the present. Samuel is an art director here at the Ruby World ad agency, and he's one of the few people who doesn't treat me like a gofer. I mean, I've only interned here for a couple of months, but aside from him, my superiors would rather send me on a bagel run than actually ask me my opinion on something professional.

"Oh, hey Samuel," I greet him, and attempt to give him a smile.

"You look kind of tired," he continues, taking a sip from his coffee mug.

"That's just what every woman wants to hear," I say, amplifying my sarcastic tone.

"Sorry," he says, and chuckles. "Everything's okay though, right?"

"Yes, absolutely. Do you have any copy for me to write?" I ask eagerly.

"I think I may have a couple of things. Come by my office and we'll brainstorm," he suggests.

"Ok, after lunch?" I ask. He nods, and walks away, humming something.

I check my work email, and find several administrative things I have to respond to, one of which is asking for photocopies to be made. I print some forms to make photocopies for payroll, and make my way to the copy room.

As soon as I enter, my feet stop dead in their tracks and my eyes go wide. I see Kenneth and Leona, practically humping each other on the table next to the copier. Leona gasps as she sees me, and pulls away from Kenneth.

"Hey, Carrie," Kenneth says, adjusting his crooked tie. "Need something?"

"I, um, I just needed some copies," I stammer, looking away. "But I can do it later," I say, and try to run off, but Kenneth speaks again.

"Carrie, this isn't. It's not what it looks like," he begins, and I want the floor to open up and swallow me. I don't want to know this. I want to unsee it. "Leona and I," he continues to my horror, "we're just under a lot of pressure with this project, and..." he trails off, I think realizing that his explanation is absolute shit.

All I want to do is turn around and leave, but Kenneth is my boss. In fact, he's the bloody CEO, and if I say or do anything remiss, I'm gone, and I need this internship.

"Look, Kenneth," I begin nervously, "I don't need to know anything, and I promise I won't say a word to anyone. Your relationship is your business, not anyone else's."

He looks at me, as if gaging whether or not he's able to trust me. He doesn't say anything, just nods. My eyes look to Leona, who's pretty much hiding in the corner, and I feel bad for how embarrassed she must feel. The thing that is making this whole thing awkward as all hell is not the fact that Kenneth is Leona's boss. It's the fact that just last week she was showing off her brand new ginormous engagement ring, practically squealing about how happy she is to be marrying 'the love of her life.' So much for that.

"Well, I'll be going then," I say. And Kenneth nods again.

"I know I can count on your discretion, Carrie," he adds, before I open the door.

"Of course," I promise, and leave the copy room.