I Didn't Expect to You

Chapter 1

I don't know which is more unpleasant; when you have no idea what to do in a certain situation, or when you have to work with a person who doesn't care at all about the other people around them and only care about themselves. Well, I think both cases are annoying. Maybe I shouldn't be freaking out, whose only books are the most loyal companions in the world. Please tell me that I don't directly push people away from me, some people have a much simpler view and when they hear my ideas, they prefer to put on the rabbit's shoe and run away. Understandable. Sometimes I'm a bit too organized, but in an office, you can't expect anything else from the employees, other than to keep order around you and arrive everywhere on time. Almost everyone in the office had the same profession, with minor or major differences depending on the position, of course. I can classify myself in the "going" category, where the work is neither too much nor too little, but just as much as one person can do in a day. Perhaps in many cases I have even more time left for my favorite activity in a day; for reading. I definitely read at least one book a week, but it varies. I like to drop by the bookstore after work and see what's hot right now, and if a book piques my interest, I'll of course pay right away. I leave the store like a well-fed preschooler and I can't wait to delve into another exciting story. Then there are times when my attention is captured by another book that has been waiting on my shelf for years. I'm quite a mood reader in this area, so I never know what I'll be in the mood for when I finish a book. My coworkers are gray mice who do the same thing every day. Well, it's not like there's variety in an office, but there are loopholes that you can go through to get out of the monotony. Actually, I don't usually do other people's work, because I always allocate how much time I need to complete my own tasks in a day. So, no one ever asks for help with their work, which I'm grateful for, because I've heard from many places that one person couldn't say "no" and could simultaneously do the tasks of three colleagues along with their own. Although, as I thought all along, luckily for us, things never piled up so much. Accuracy was just as important to us as precision. We couldn't afford to add even one extra task to the daily schedule. Well, as was my custom, I got to the office on time in the morning and plopped down in my usual swivel chair. I pressed the screen of the machine and was ready for another day. Of course, I had breakfast on the way, so that the emotionless eyes of my colleagues wouldn't follow all of my moves. Here, almost as soon as you move, they immediately turn their heads towards you, so only breathing can go unnoticed in this office. I've been used to this since ancient times, so I don't even bother with it anymore and I move freely, fidgeting on the chair as I want. It doesn't matter how many people are watching because they don't get the pleasure of embarrassing me. In the afternoon, the company began to be much more active; they whispered and walked out into the corridor to look at something, but I didn't feel like worrying about it. Then, after the lunch break, everyone calmly sat back down and started tapping away at the keyboard as if their lives depended on it. Soon the door opened and our beloved boss entered, who greeted us with a disarming smile. We all returned this gesture, then a figure unfolded behind our boss. A man from head to toe, his dark brown half-length hair was cutely tangled, but still elegant, his beard was barely visible, which looked silky from where I was sitting, his eyes were like dark chocolate, he flashed as he looked around the group. The boss kindly introduced him to us in his deep voice. - Well, girls. He's Brandon here, he's new here and I thought you guys really know the system and how it works in the office, so I thought he could have a place here to learn from the best. - the boss winked at us, and a disgustingly feeling went through my veins. Everyone willingly nodded to the boss' every word and some of them even went over to introduce themselves to the newcomer. I hesitated, but at the same time I wished that the earth would swallow me right there. I was ashamed of myself, but it was as if I was stuck to the chair. Meanwhile, Brandon went up to everyone and greeted them like the prince from Little Mermaid Disney Cartoon with his one-sided smile. When he got to my table, it was as if I had swallowed a stake, but I also smiled - that is, I tried - and held out my hand.- Hi, I'm Brandon. I am glad that we will work together, I hope we will get along well. - I made a chirping sound, which I think was not the only one I thought was strange, but I returned the introduction.- Hi Brandon, I'm Ellie. I'm very happy too. - that's all I got. Congratulations Ellie! Everyone then scrambled to show Brandon where it was, including the bathroom, which I think is obvious with the logo on the door, but let's be specific. Actually, the first impression was not unpleasant, but compared to myself, I behaved quite scattered. That evening I got home a little more restless, to my little library, because my little apartment was full of books, and yes, I mean there were books everywhere on the floor, on the couch. Except for the bathroom, of course. It wasn't a mess, just my books took up more space than was possible. But it was my little refuge and no one else's, so finally no one told me that I had left my books lying around. The calm of the evening took over my mind, banishing any worrying thoughts, and I just turned the pages of my current reading and immersed myself in it until I fell asleep.