Bishop |18+|

Ch.32

Alia

Ok, so maybe I overlooked the position Anais gave me...

Never have I thought the life of a journalist would be this goddamn stressful. 12 articles in a fucking week, and on top of that I'm scheduled to attend meetings? Give me a fucking break.

Even my last position wasn't that extra, having the privilege of doing an article a day. I took the last bite of my hash brown that I saved before crumpling up the paper bag, tossing it in the trash can. Fifteen minutes late—and Antonio being Antonio, he decided to make the first day back on the job all about him.

"Ten more minutes," he said. "We've got all morning," he said.

"You won't be late, get your ass back here," he said.

Fifteen goddamn minutes—on the first day on the job. I don't regret it, especially considering the fact that he trapped me in bed for an extra ten minutes just to cuddle me. Like I've said, Antonio being an overly affectionate man was far from the men I used to date in the past—a breath of fresh air that I welcomed with open arms.

It's alright though. He made it up to me by getting me a breakfast meal at MacDonalds. I was spoiled rotten.

Although my office was much more fucking spacious and neat compared to my previous desk, it still felt weird. As much of an unsettlingly cheery person Ruth was in comparison to the other employees, I felt much more relaxed and welcomed in her comfort. I'll definitely miss listening to her talking shit about her sons, and I'll for sure yearn for our shit-eating gossip sessions about Grace.

And to think I'll be seeing her in every one of my meetings.

I let out a long drawn sigh, slumping back in my office chair and watching as the fan above me spun slowly to circulate the air in the room. Finishing off my third article of the day, I decided against having a break and instead took the time to sort out my cloud storage. I wasn't much of a tech developer or anything but the amount of public police reports that I received were steering my hard drive into a blazing fire.

My finger grazed over the mouse pad and opened up the bin, permanently deleting files from it all except one.

The article.

I clicked on it and watched as the document popped up, illuminating the screen with a bright flash of white before my eyes adjusted to the small texts and pictures on it.

Call it attachment issues or whatever you want but that article took weeks, months in the making. I'm well aware of the man I've been staying with for the past few months and I don't need any reminding of his power—he's as intimidating as it gets already.

Reading my work that I know damn well I won't ever get to see on the GC news website just gives me some form of comfort for some reason—a sense of pride if you will. I was just about to close it before I heard a knock on the door.

"Ms Santi." Anais shouted from the other side of the office door. My upper body was quick to lean forward, looking over at the door from my desk. I closed my laptop slightly.

"Yes?" I asked.
"Can we come in?"

Who the fuck is we?