Chapter One

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 "Dess did you do overtime again?", John said as soon as he saw me while approaching his desk that was next to mine. I did my best to straighten my clothes, pretending as if they weren't clothes from yesterday. I took out my hand mirror and playfully swiped my curls around to make myself look more presentable, it didn't help that my dark circles and weight loss were noticed by everyone. Even when I tried my best to not look as if I was falling apart, it didn't help.

"This is the fourth time this week that you've done overtime, when are you going to take a break and just relax? You're working entirely too hard don't you think? And for heaven's sake think of your health first, look at you. It seems as if you'll drop dead any second." I could hear the concern in his voice but I was ok, at least I think I am. Well, I'm not ok but I can't let him know that. There was no telling what John would do if I told him about what happened between Noah and me; that is something I am willing to take to the grave.

"I'm fine John you're overreacting, you know I'm working towards that promotion I've been trying to get so I have to stand out." I lied, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes, we walked over to the employee break room for some coffee. When we walked in I saw some of our coworkers whisper amongst themselves, I brushed it off and poured myself a big cup of coffee. 

"Good morning, everyone," Nancy greeted, walking inside with a warm smile. She was the company's sweetheart and our department's head manager. She was everything any man could ever want, she was beautiful, kind, and giving, and she had an extremely outgoing personality. I glanced over at John and saw him foolishly blushing over Nancy, he's practically in love with the woman but won't make a move. I tried to encourage him to at least try to ask her out for lunch or dinner but each time he speaks with her it is always about work. She walked over by me and John to pour herself a glass of coffee; I looked over her at how she was dressed nicely from head to toe. Her long black hair flowed like silk, her makeup was subtle but still brought out her features, her clothes were tailored perfectly, her nails were manicured at a professional length, and the way she glowed to everyone around her. Her aura was so calming that it made people want to be around her and her presence felt safe and warm as if you were hugging the sun. I was jealous, not of her beauty but because she could easily be the person that I wanted to become. 

"Good morning Miss Anderson.", Miss Sanders spoke. We weren't close but she would always greet me whenever we were around each other. She always looked as if she wanted to say more to me but didn't; I didn't take it personally though, not many people made any effort to speak with me so I never made the effort to socialize with anyone.

"Good morning Miss Sanders." I could feel her eyes burn deep into me as I tried my best to ignore her glance.  If she wanted to say something, she would have.

"Everyone let us all try our best to get as much work done as possible so that we can win the company prize and enjoy ourselves to a much-needed vacation. If any of you need help, you know where my office is, and thank you all for your hard work this week.", Nancy spoke. We all walked out of the breakroom to get started with our work. 

"Miss Anderson, the boss wants to speak with you." Mr. Boyd, the boss's assistant said, standing next to my desk.

"Yes sir", as we entered the elevator, I hurried and tried my best to clean myself up and fix my hair a little more. I couldn't help but think why the chair lady would need to see me. Could this be my moment to finally be recognized and maybe she was to propose a promotion for me? The elevator dinged announcing that they reached the top floor where the boss's office was.

"Mrs. Simon, Miss Anderson is here," Mr. Boyd said opening the door. I walked inside whilst being wowed by all the luxurious and expensive things in the office that cost more than my life. There were floor-to-ceiling windows and a space that is bigger than three of my apartment but together.

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