Danny and Helen were inseparable, they were the best of friends going into their teenage years, there was nothing they wouldn't do together. But, that all changed when Danny went for an audition to be in a band, he swore he would never let anything come between their friendship no matter how successful he became, he promised her that. Everything was going great, Helen was so proud of who Danny was becoming at the beginning of his career, however, as time went on Helen stopped being in the front row of her best friends shows and Danny stopped answering her FaceTime's. Helen always told herself she would never be treated as a 'fan' which Danny would now associate her as, Helen gave up the harder Danny became to contact. The final straw was seeing her best friend all over the latest tabloid holding hands with some blonde... Ouch!
Now Helen had always had a thing for her best friend but had never acted upon it for ruining their friendship and now, seeing that was like a kick in the none existent balls. Helen couldn't believe that Danny had broken his promise, her best friend. She was so disappointed with him.
*a whole 5 years later*
Helen had just pressed the button on the elevator, she sighed as she waited for the doors to open before stepping in, she greeted the janitor 'Hank' like she did every single morning, she smiled happily at him.
"Good Morning Hank, how is Lilian today?" Helen asked this every morning, as Lilian his beloved wife of 64 years wasn't feeling too great these past few days.
Hank returned a smile before pressing the floor number 12 for Helen, he knew where she was going.
"Good Morning Helen, uh she is... she's uh.. she's doing.. better." That didn't sound too convincing, but Helen didn't like to press him too much about it.
"Well you send her my love won't you? And you make sure you're looking after yourself too." She smiled "you know where I am if you ever need anything." She said, feeling sorry for the man and his current situation, she had never seen him this worried.
The elevator stopped on the floor with a *ding* and Hank stepped to one side to let Helen out, offering her a thankful smile.
"Thank you Helen, that will make her day." He said as she stepped out onto the floor.
She was greeting with the usual, phones ringing, people having their conversations some about work but most of them about something entirely different, she rolled her eyes as she stepped by the receptionist, expecting what she knew was going to come, every morning she stopped to get her messages and every morning it was a challenge for her. Everyone else in the office swore she was just being paranoid but ever since Helen got promoted to head of publishing and 'Scarlett' went for the same job with zero experience, she has started to be bitter towards Helen when no one else is around.
"Morning Scarlett, do I have any messages?" She smiled, somewhat falsely.
Scarlett who has her head down buried in a magazine barely looked up at Helen and scoffs "hold on." She spat. She lifted her head up and pulled out one of her headphones letting it fall against the table in front of her, her music still blaring through the single headphone, she dug through her cluttered unorganised desk, searching for what Helen assumed was her messages.
"How are you not hearing impaired?" Helen said, out loud, she didn't mean to but she did. Word vomit.
Scarlett rolled her eyes and handed her sticky notes with a few things scribbled on them, Helen looked at them and scoffed.
"How do you expect me to even read those?." She asked, trying to make out what most of them said.
Scarlett shrugged and smirked at her, before placing the headphone back into her ear and said "you've got the experience, I'm sure you'll work it out." And with that she dropped her head back into the magazine.
