Fated to You

Chapter 11: Spending the night with the boss

Freen blinks – and blinks again. Freen runs out of the office to find Hera's desk vacant. She walks to the elevator but it is somehow not working as she presses the button down repeatedly. It doesn't do anything. Freen runs back inside the office and starts pacing around, freaking out, "Wait! What about the night guards? Someone must be in this fucking building here at night. This can't be right!"

Becky holds her hands in her hands, and lazily lets her eyes follow Freen's moves around the office. "Yes, there was actually but tonight was a special night for them and I forgot that I had given them permission to take leave today. I alerted everyone in the building to leave early and to secure their belongings. I forgot about it." Becky shrugs.

"Of course you had to forget. Of course you did, you fucking wench!" Freen blames Becky who just stares into space and rolls her eyes. "Help me! Help me! Get me out of here!" Freen yells.

This is the very last floor in this building, who is she trying to call on? The birds? Becky thinks. "Are you seriously yelling? Who is going to hear you? This is a sound proof floor so no noise can leave or be heard from here. No one will hear you; even if there was somebody." Freen is starting to act really stupid right now in her opinions.

Freen runs to the window and starts waving.

"OK, now that's ridiculous. I thought you were stupid but not to that extent. You can only see outside but no one can see on the inside from the outside. This is a one-way mirror and we're too far up high."

"Oh I know. Let's call the firemen. They can break us out of here."

Becky face palms herself, "I forgot again. There a security system at night that breaks the phone switchboard and every other electronic device in the building. So..." Becky takes out her phone and it instantly switches off, "...no service. Deal with it pookie. We're spending the night together."

"Don't call me pookie! I'm not your pookie anymore, remember?" Freen growls.

"Stop being so cold and distant Freen. Don't you think we should probably be on friendly terms, since we're spending the night together?"

"Look, none of that shit! Even if I was crazy, there's no way I would ever spend a night with you."

Becky approaches Freen from behind, "And why is that? It's not like we haven't spent countless nights together before. And most of them, we stayed up – extremely late." Becky closes in the distance, taking Freen completely off guard as she unclasps her arms above her chest, "Perhaps, does it make you nervous to spend the night with me, your ex-fiancée now turned boss?"

Freen walks away from Becky, feeling her strength slowly draining out of her, "You should probably have a key on you."

"I don't."

"I find it weird that the top dog of this building doesn't have the keys."

Becky thinks for a minute and then nonchalantly walks to the small waiting area and sits on one of the couches, "I think I had them but I left them back at my place on my way out this morning."

"How careless!" Freen criticizes the incompetent boss that she has the unfortunate luck to work under.

Becky just shrugs and lies down.

"Isn't it custom, normal for people to go home after they are done working for the whole day? But it seems, this freaking company does things a little bit differently. I feel like I am in a prison." Freen says as she walks back to her desk.

"You see, I can understand where you come from. You were in Europe but now you're back in America. So, get used to your old culture."

"And you're just going to stay there, lying on your back on this stiff couch? You will get back pains if you do." And then, a small thought crosses Freen's mind, "Did you plan all of this Becky? Are you trying to bother me?"