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Fifty Five

Hey! This chapter is based off episode 17 of season 4. If you haven't seen the series it might seem a little confusing at first but don't worry it will come together at the end!

Dear Diary,
I barely slept a wink last night. I had another weird dream and it startled me so much that I couldn't go back to sleep. It wasn't even one of the nightmares I've been getting recently. No. It was just weird. So you remember I started that job recently, at the marketing firm? And you remember the guy at the top of the company... what's his name again. One second, let me flick back a few pages..............

Dean. Dean Smith. If I remember correctly he's pretty high up in the company chain. Unlike me, who just wheels coffee carts around all day and cleans up spills. Anyway, I'm going off topic now. So this Dean guy was in my dream. That's crazy right? Like, I've barely even spoken to the guy. I bring him one coffee at lunch time, he made a special request not to be offered any at any other time in the day- something to do with his 'health regime'. I don't know, something like that. He works through his lunch so most days that I come to bring him his coffee he's reading or he's on the phone or he's in a meeting so I usually just get a nod or a muttered thanks. I think he's spoken less than five words to me in the two weeks I've worked there. He probably doesn't even know my name.

Yet last night I had a sex dream about him...

Yeah you heard me. Innocent. quiet, barely made it past second base at 25 years old Faith having sex dreams about some guy at work. He is pretty good looking I guess, you'd have to be blind not to notice it but he's not exactly the type to affiliate with me. He obviously comes from money, went to some prestigious college, and flunks from small towns like me stay off the radar. The weirdest thing about this dream though, the thing that bugged me all night... it felt familiar, less like a dream and more like a memory. That's ridiculous. I don't know why I even wrote that down. Maybe I should stop sneaking myself cups from my cart throughout the day, it's making me delirious. Anyway, gotta go, duty calls!

Love, Faith.
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I signed myself in at the desk, like usual. Then I made my way to the kitchen, heating up my large flasks of hot water whilst simultaneously cleaning up the messes that the early starters had made before I arrived. Then I began my morning duties. Going floor to floor, offering coffee and sandwiches. It wasn't the most enticing job but my family back home were so proud of me. Just having my name in any association with a company like this was cause for celebration in my hometown.

As I approached Dean Smith's door, I glanced up at the clock. It was precisely lunch time, and I shuddered remembering the awkward dream I'd had the night before. I took a deep breath in before knocking lightly, he wasn't on the phone, instead he was looking down at some paper on his desk so I hoped that this would be over quickly like usual.

"Come in!"

I pushed the door open and wheeled in with my cart, smiling at him as politely as I could as he looked up at me. I could feel my cheeks flushing though as I looked him over, remembering the way his hands roamed my body in the dream. The way he knew exactly where to kiss to make me squirm, the way he-

"Are you okay?"

I snapped out of my trance at a stinging sensation on my hand. During my moment being lost in thought, I'd over poured his coffee onto my hand and more importantly his desk. I gasped, my eyes widening as I knelt down to grab some napkins from the bottom tray and started wiping up what I'd spilt.

"I'm so so sorry. That was an accident- I'm sorry." I wiped away furious with myself as he stood up and rounded the table.

"Did you hurt yourself?"