As I woke up, rubbing my eyes whilst yawning, I stared at the ceiling as I thought to myself, what a strange dream. The fact of the matter is it seemed so real, like I was physically feeling it, not to mention how embarrassing it was.
Slightly shaking my head, I brushed it off as I thought it was just another dream where it doesn't make sense and that there's no meaning behind it and it was just my brain coming up with the most ridiculous shit.
Sitting up, I looked around my room as my eyes landed on the pile of clothes in the middle of my room. I stared at it in confusion as I don't usually do that and if I were to leave clothes on the floor by accident, a housekeeper would usually come around and pick it up.
My eyes fully adjusted, I suddenly noticed that my room is way too bright from when I usually get up, in fact, I can see everything. Turning quickly towards my closed curtains, I can see the sun shining through them. Highlighting the sun being fully out and about.
Holy fuck, I thought.
I quickly grabbed my phone as I started to panic, trying to keep calm. Maybe it's the weekend and I accidentally overslept, I thought. Silently praying that I completely didn't miss half a day of working.
But nope, the time is twelve in the afternoon, on a random fucking Thursday.
Throwing my phone on the bedside table, but before I can panic or flip out, I hear a light knock on the door, and before I can say anything. Someone opens the door as they prop their head in looking around.
It turns out to be one of the housekeepers. As her eyes land on me, she gasps as if she saw a ghost, putting her hand over her chest, steading her breathing.
She might as well see a ghost because of the growing desire to become a ghost because of my lateness for work.
As the housekeeper breathes out, she then smiles, putting on an expression to which I have no idea what's going through her head.
"Oh my god, Ms. Cantrell, you scared me for a second" The housekeeper said, clarifying her sudden shock.
But I can't even focus on that right now. Right now, I need to get to the office right now, there could be a meeting that I'm missing. Proposals that are sitting on my desk that are collecting dust. And anything important that I should attend to right at this moment.
"I could've had the chef make you breakfast if I'd known you would be taking the day off, Ms. Cantrell" The housekeeper commented as she leaned on the door.
She then went on to say, "Well, earlier, I came in to tidy your room but you were sleeping so I didn't want to disturb you" She tapped her chin, "Now thinking about it, I should've told the chef then to make you breakfast, but then again, I don't know what you'd be in the mood for"
I didn't get a moment to speak before she continued, "Did you want breakfast, Ms. Cantrell?" She asked.
I didn't say anything as I slowly pulled back the covers, resting my feet on the ground. Running a hand through my hair, trying not to freak out right now, especially in front of someone. Checking my phone again, I noticed the notifications coming through.
Calls from all over, especially from Ruby, some from HR, some managers. And multiple text messages from everyone, mainly asking if I'm coming into the office today and if some things need to be canceled.
Breathing out slowly, I look up at the housekeeper, her face contoured with concern and questioning. I answered as calmly as I can, "No, can you tell the driver to get ready and to be stationed outside?"
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Office Playpen
RomanceHailey Cantrell, the world knows her as a heartless, cold CEO of a very successful international company. She fires people left and right for making the tiniest mistakes, she demands perfection. Cantrell just fired yet another assistant, and another...