Away we go

5- England (II)

My work table is a mess. The folders are splattered across. Pages flying everywhere, out of order. I can't find a pen. I can't find cords.

Like I said, a mess.

Pioneering something called gritted teeth optimism  and hoping that everything will pan out before the summit, I try to clear some of the mess. My whole vibe is on do not disturb right now.

"I hate you, I envy you, I wanna be you." Stephen sings as he enters my office.

Do not disturb, my ass!

I look up at him, arching a brow. I am busting my ass over here. He must not barge in without purpose.

He flashes a note and only then I realize that he is holding a little black box. "You're the lucky winner to have signed for our press conference over the history of 90 plus years. With warm regards from the players and the whole team, Lorenzo Mancini blah! blah! I don't care about that but its a fucking AP watch, Nina. An AP watch. Did I mention its an AP watch."

Buzzing clogs my hear and I look at Stephen as if he has grown two heads. I tilt my head further to check the date. It's not April. So he can't, shan't and mustn't be fooling me.

I look at him again and he take a step forward flying his hands in front of my face. I don't think I gave a reaction because he pinches me next. I swat away his arm and take the box in his hand. I close my eyes briefly and inhale to steady myself, before opening it.

There it is. A soft gold Audemars Piguet

My hands shake as I hold the watch that I have been saving to buy for months. Everyone close to me knew it. I let these things be known. Put it out in the universe. Manifest the living shit out of your life. All those things.

As if hearing my thoughts, Stephan says, "You really manifested it."

I read the note. I read it again. And again. Until I memorize it. Then I yelp.

The sound makes Stephen stumble. "Christ, what is wrong with you woman!" He shakes his head.

But I could care less. I am jumping up and down, awkwardly dancing, pulling Stephen in a hug that he is trying hard to escape from. I'm well aware of everyone's eyes on me through the glass walls but like I said, I don't give a flying fuck right now.

I have been asking God to slow things down for me; with work, extra work, seriously dating a guy and socializing or just you know, give me a happy surprise that makes me relax or motivate me. But an AP watch...that too as a gift, that's just getting too lucky. Having the lucky girl syndrome works like fucking magic.

"You guys, you are finally engaged," Monica coos, as she peeks through my office door.

Stephen hastily releases from my grip and straightens his shirt. "That'll be my exit." He gives me a slight nod and moves out.

"Hey Mon, at least try to get the facts right before spewing something out casually."

She glances around, perhaps to find something to hide and when she doesn't, she rushes out as well.

As soon as I'm all alone I message two people simultaneously. Hope and Lance. My text has lots of emojis showing my hardly contained joy. It all hits me at once. The gratitude. My job, The family I didn't have but made over the years, The little luxury, and the occasional surprises. My life. I am so overwhelmed that I can't think straight.

I take a seat in the cushioned office chair and begin to weep. Happy tears.

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I got kidnapped by Lola, early thursday morning. She went out of her way and came to pick me up from my apartment. Desperation is in the air but I no longer complain. With an Audemars on their right hand who would?