Is This Destiny? 3

Is This Destiny? 3- Part 7

I quickly got down on my knees. I could feel my heart beating rapidly and I knew if Sandra finds out, she would definitely fire me! I mean, seriously? If you whacked your boss' customer on the head and they've passed out on the floor with a bright red forehead, you are more likely to be fired and dead. Well, maybe not dead but you get the picture. I lightly slapped his cheeks which was really not a good idea because he didn't move and his cheeks turned bright red. 'Please, wake up!!' I shrieked, 'I'll be in so much trouble if Sandra sees you like this.' I mumbled which wasn't really the best idea either because he didn't even move a single muscle. I slapped him across the shoulder but that didn't work either. I could feel tears starting to fill up at the corners of my eyes, I was literally shaking because I knew that I have really not been nice to him at all. I heard the studio doors open. It was Sandra and Rob. 'Shit!' I grunted. I slowly got up, peering behind the door I saw Sandra and Rob hanging their coats on the coat hangers. 'What the hell do I do?' I frowned as I stared down at the helpless body on the floor. 'I'm such an idiot!' I snapped at myself. I knew I had to think of an excuse to say that Mr. Lerman wasn't coming to the studio today. Slowly grabbing his legs, I dragged him across the floor. He was pretty heavy and I have no idea how I managed to do it. I pushed him just under the desk where my chair usually goes and made sure his back was leaning on the back of the desk. He has to be comfortable! I mean, I'm not that mean. I looked at him and made sure he wasn't noticeable in all angles. 'Paris?!' A voice walked into the room. 'Yes?!' I snapped. As I was about to get up, I hit my head on the desk. 'Oww!' I screamed. 'Are you okay?' Sandra raised her eyebrow, 'What the hell were you doing down there?!' She was about to come closer to me to have a look under my desk but I quickly managed to stop her, 'I'm fine. Just picking up cereal.' I laughed. Lame excuse I know but I really was hungry at the time so I couldn't think about anything else but food. 'Oh ok.' I pushed her out the room and closed my office. 'Sandra..' I mumbled, 'How do I start this?' I scratched the back of my head, 'I may have slightly, teensy, weensy, accidently whacked Mr. Lerman on the forehead? And I think he's dead.'