From across the hallway

Part 28

"So what you're saying is that I'm going to be out of a job by the end of the year?" said Missy, a frown line twitching between her brows.

She was currently sat at the end of a long table in a sleek glass surrounded boardroom, facing three of her bosses, one of which was Mike, her slimy colleague who had tried to hit on her just over a week ago. He was currently sat, legs spread cockily apart, a large, smug smirk across his features.

"Well that does gives you almost 11 months," uttered an older gentleman with thinning strawberry blonde hair, looking uncomfortable. "But, um...obviously because you've only been with us for less than six months you're aren't entitled to our full severance package-"

"But I'm still out of a job, that's what you're ultimately saying?" snapped Missy.

She had been right.

The company was losing money, and of course, as she had predicated, it was last one in first one out. And that meant her.

"I can understand how this might be upsetting for you-" began another of the men, but Missy just got to her feet abruptly.

"I'm not upset," she said, her voice firm. "I'm just going to go back to my desk and get on with my work for as long as I have this job. Is that ok with you?"

The men merely stared back at her, a little startled, before they finally nodded.

Missy, scraping her chair backwards, stalked from the room.

Right now she was angry and frustrated. She had only worked here for four months, but since the day she had started, she had been treated like shit by her fellow colleagues, hit on by her so-called boss, and had now, to put a cherry on top of it all, been dismissed- well, in December she would be anyway.

She gave a sigh as she dropped back down onto the swivel chair at her desk.

Missy had a ton of paperwork to do, but her heart just wasn't in it.

Perhaps she would spend the afternoon searching for jobs instead. What did she care now anyway if she got caught browsing the internet?

Missy was just about to log back into her PC, when there came a sudden high-pitched laugh from the corner of the room.

She turned, glancing over to see a couple of the women, who worked over in sales, standing with Mike, her smarmy boss (who was now leant cockily up against the copier). But to Missy's utter horror, she saw Mike glance her way, as did the two women, before they burst into fits of laughter once again.

Missy went a bright beetroot colour.

It was obvious they were talking about her.

Another flurry of laughter peeled across the room as one of the young guys who worked only a few desks down from Missy got up to join in their conversation. He too looked over at her, before chuckling to himself.

Missy frowned but could feel a lump forming in her throat.

She desperately wanted to say something, but knew that the moment she stood to speak, she would get tongue tied and embarrassed under their stares. But regardless, Missy knew that right now she just needed some fresh air. To clear her head if nothing else...

But before Missy could even get to her feet, she suddenly saw heads turn towards a tall figure strutting across the room towards her....dressed in a sheepskin coat...

Missy gaped.

There he was, Wade Wilson, looking as roguish as ever, tiny toddler attached to his hand.

Everyone in the room suddenly stopped what they were doing, looking up at this stranger in his cool and casual clothes. But Wade didn't seem to even care. His eyes locked onto Missy.