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"It's raining heavily no one is going to work" melissa points out through the phone line.
"Ohhhkay have an AMAZING day"
What a shame you guys it's raining *makes tea*
I had so much work *runs a bath*
That tiresome presentation *grabs the softest towel*
That conversation with dad *strips*
And arguing with ace *gets into tub*
What a shame:)
And she's in a bath
THE BATHROOM
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I sit in the tub, feeling the water awaken every part of my half-asleep body, but I do feel great. I mean, come on, I'm in a better place than most people. Don't get me wrong, I'm pitiful, I know, but I'm independent and I'm a woman. What more would you ask for? Well, a perfect family, but you can't miss what you never had.
And to add onto that, I live alone, yay! But I couldn't stand living with my father any longer. He acts like I don't exist, literally like I don't exist. So I did what any person would do in my situation – I moved out the minute I came back from Oxford, that was two years ago.
The alone part is pathetic, I mean, the ghosts and stuff. But I almost never get scared. If I do, I always remember Casper, the friendly ghost. That guy is one of my pillars of existence. Life has not been really fair to little ole me, but I can't complain. I mean, the pitiful eyes from people weren't great, but I don't blame them. I blame my mom for leaving a 7-year-old with a workaholic. She had the option of taking me with her, but she chose to leave. She would have stayed with me, but no, she left.
I would stand on the balcony in my dad's house, just waiting for her to return, but she never did. A part of me mourned for her to come back or to just tell me what was my fault. Was I a horrible child? Wasn't I good enough? I'm never good enough, probably will never be. But it's fine, and another part hates her for what she did.
All in all, I've ended up in a place I never thought I'd be. Honestly, I wouldn't change anything if I had a second chance, that is.
That reminds me of cocky freaking dudes. Don't ask me about the relation, it just came up. But when I think of it, all that comes to mind is Ace Whites. He's so full of himself. You probably don't know what happened, so I'll back up a bit.
Xxx.
"The theme of our project is intended to evoke a cozy, homely atmosphere. However, we have been instructed to use only two colors: white and dark blue. Fortunately, the specific shades of white and dark blue have not been specified. Because of this, I am relying on Mia's expertise to determine the best contrast between the two colors. As for the production process, I won't be overseeing it personally as I will be out of the country for the next two weeks so Zeke will take over that part in my absence and will report any issues to Melissa McCarthy."
With that being said, our meeting is adjourned!
Feeling exhausted, I believe that only one thing can truly lift my spirits — a large cup of coffee. I turn to Melissa and ask, "Melissa, could I please have some coffee? I am feeling incredibly tired."
Her response is quite formal as she replies, "Right away, Miss Black."
Reflecting on the events of the day, I can't help but compare it to yesterday and conclude that it's been even worse. However, it's now behind us, thanks to the cheetah theory. I know what you might be thinking—cheetahs? Well, cheetahs are known for their speed, and this day has been nothing short of fast-paced.
My phone begins to ring, and I answer it immediately. To my surprise, I recognize the voice on the other end. "Did you really think you could go on a business meeting without me?" My mind races, trying to understand who, what, and how I know this person.
"What do you want, Ace? I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood for this," I respond, feeling a mix of confusion and irritation.
"Whoah wow chill, I just wanted to say hi, that's all," he replies casually.
"Okay, hi. Happy now?" I retort, feeling the need to set boundaries.
As he persists in the conversation, asking about the potential compatibility between him and Melissa, my secretary, I stand up and move to the other side of the room. "You are not her type," I assert, hoping to put an end to the topic.
"Of course I am! I'm everyone's type," he exclaims confidently, oozing arrogance.
"Yeah, right," I mutter under my breath, unable to hide my irritation towards his cocky demeanor.
Then, he shifts the conversation with a rather insensitive remark, "Heartbroken much?"
"Not really," I respond, my voice faltering slightly as I lift up my bag, preparing to leave.
"So, I was right," he concludes with a smug tone.
"Of course you were, Mr. Right," I sarcastically reply, emphasizing the irony of his claim.
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End of Flashback
See what I mean he needs a call but today is ace free but forget that who the hell is at my door in his heavy rainstorm?):
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"Every one is a genius but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will live its entire life believing that it is stupid"
~Albert einstein
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A/N:
Morning _afternoon_ evening to you📍 How's your day going?😍 So how was the chapter?😑 Does ace need a call or does hate need a wake up call?🤨 Who do you think is at hate's door ? 🤔 share your thoughts in comments ☺
Q. What's your favorite Taylor swift song? (And don't say you don't have one cause everyone has one)
