SAIL AWAY

I DON'T PLAY NICE, I PLAY FAIR

The alarm on her bedside table blared indicating that it was another bright morning and it was time to wake up and prepare for work. Throwing the blanket off of her, Pia made her way to the bathroom and set the shower on warm, gingerly jumping inside and scrubbing herself as she hummed to a sweet melody she had picked up during the weekend from a roadside musician as she explored the streets of the small town looking for a new small diner to eat in. It was a habit for her as she had a lot of free time on her Sundays and with no other family members to visit apart from her mum- she didn't count the rest worthy of her time and had totally disassociated with them-  she had enough time to do this little special task. Done with showering and brushing her teeth, she wiped her body dry on her way back into the room. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she was happy with what she saw looking back at her. A woman who had made something out of her short life and was still aiming for more. She looked directly into her own eyes in the mirror dark and piercing they were her proudest assets. Brutal and piercing and most times described as soul searching, they could easily be framed into the most innocent and unassuming pair an asset she never failed to employ. Turning over to her closet she picked out a pair of matching lace bra and panties in nude and pink and swiftly put them on. Sitting at her vanity, she continued to him while styling her jet black hair into a tamed French braid with the help of bobby pins. Poor little things, she hardly ever used one twice they would always go missing during the day like someone purposely picked then off her head. Applying her makeup in moderation, she adapted the fresh faced look doubling up on moisturizers.

She made her way back into her closet and picked up her outfit for the day  she always planned them during the weekends to avoid any wardrobe hazards or mishaps. Throwing on a nude lace top and black high waisted trousers, she climed into her nude pair of louboutin pointies and grabbing her purse and blazer, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a strawberry and banana smoothie labelled Monday. She shook her head looking into her full fridge knowing that once again most of the food would be out to waste as she hardly ate at home. Bouncing out and locking the door. Breakfast was a luxury that she didn't have the time to afford. She tried to assure herself on the ride back to the office that the smoothie would make up for it. Her attempts to drawn her guilt by listing the nutrients in the smoothie failed as her conscience reminded her of her medical report she was dealing with a case of ulcer, not very serious but then it would grow worse with time as she continued to ignore her medications and her meals,, coupled with the stress of work, she knew she was just begging for it. Sighing, she parked her car in the basement of the vast building that held the company she worked for. Grabbing her purse right after putting on her blazer, she locked her car and sucked the last bit of the smoothie disposing of the cup in a bin as she entered into the elevator. All light spirit gone, she set her self up for the office. With an expressionless straight face, she walked out of the elevator onto the 11th floor which held her office, that of her supervisor and certain other cubicles as she made her way towards her office, the rich smell of coffee was thick in the air, deeply inhaling, oh what she would do for a cup. But she couldn't put her health at such risk again. She was still young and already was commanded to be off caffeine and such other things. Throughout highschool and college, she has a rushed education, graduating at a very early age, she had grossly relied on coffee to keep her up during study nights and early morning classes till she was totally dependent on it whether she needed it or not. At some point she had become extremely jumpy and easily spooked. She wasn't to go near the substance ever again whether decaffeinated or otherwise.
Walking in and settling down, she picked up the files and reports she needed for her meeting that morning with the company HODs and Board of Directors. She was to give the report for the sector she worked in. They handled part of the finances and buying of raw materials. Going through the report, she had noticed that most of her accounts were not summed in and the money made from them weren't accounted for. This had spiked up her curiosity and moved her to check the previous reports and she noticed most of her projects were also missing and so were the financial statements. All works of hers that and it to her supervisors table were tampered with. She hand built the confidence and rage to talk to him and confront t him on the embezzlement. Upon going to his office she was met with his secretary's absence and decided to let herself in, before she heard the clear sound of her partner, James Welch who worked under the supervisor also. They were talking about the finances , she thinking someone else had noticed the flap, gently pushed the door open till the turn of the conversation hit her. These two men had formed an elaborate plan to both destroy her and benefit themselves. They had already put most of it into action, stealing from her projects and accounts and reporting a shortage, while piling these moneys into their private accounts also working on making her give the months reports and inflating unidentified numbers and creating fake documents, the moment she gave that report to the board of directors and the finances didn't sum up at the end of the year, she would be investigated, two months later, which would give her enough time to forget and them enough to close all trails leading back to them. She had been left shocked standing at the agape door listening to a plan that would not only destroy all she had worked for but mar any chances of ever gaining respectable employment.  Blinking away her shock she had gone straight to the head of finances for the company with all her authentic documents and old reports, and had even cried from fear and betrayal. She was only 25 and was very young for the position she currently occupied quite frankly inexperienced in the manipulative ways employed by a lot of business men, it had taken her by shock. The financial officer had consoled her and helped her look at the finances and structure a plan that would lift them off her chest. He had warned her not to confro t her supervisor as that would spook him and had started filing complaints about his procedures to the board of directors and executive manager.
Today she was to give the report and she knew the full consequences of her actions.