Luck of a Chubby Girl

Chapter 8

The next day, as I was sleeping peacefully on my new bed, the ringtone of my cellphone woke me up. I grunted and rolled in my bed, stretching an arm so I could reach my bedside table and fumble for my phone. Once I got it, I reluctantly opened my eyes. The screen showed me it wasn't anyone I had in my contacts. Still kind of dizzy, I decided to answer.

- Hello? Who is this? – I had a rusty voice in the morning.

The person on the other side turned out to be a man that spoke very quickly and loudly into my ear.

- Yes, hello. This is a reporter for the channel six, my name is Frank Peterson. Is this Miss Olivia that I'm speaking with? I want to propose an interview today.

It took me a while to even begin to understand wat this man was saying. As I looked at my digital clock, it marked 7:07 am, which was still half an hour earlier than the time I had to wake up. And I loved my sleeping time. That alone made me get into a bad move and I decided right then and there that I hated whoever was calling me this early.

- I'm sorry, but I'm not really interested in whatever you are proposing. Please restrain from calling at such an early time people who have to work in a few hours! Have a nice day! – my voice tone was an angry one, but I still kept civilized.

I ended the call without waiting for a response and turned to my side, hoping to still get some sleep. No such luck.

I groaned because I was not able to doze off knowing I had to get up in a few minutes. I might as well just get up now. Perhaps I could get a head start on my work load of the day and finish early.

I started my day calmly, dressing myself after having breakfast in a light white shirt with black polka dots and some dark jeans. I put on a pair of black casual shoes with a bit of heel, since today I probably wouldn't be running around much. Because of the exhausting day yesterday, today we were containing our work to the studio room. I most likely would end up sitting most of the day, so my feet wouldn't hurt from the heels. I usually didn't wear heels, I was a comfort above looks type of girl. But they did make me look a bit slimmer, my legs didn't seem as huge ad they usually did.

I threw on a jacket, a light blue scarf, to add some color to my outfit and because it was chilly, grabbed my purse and headed to work.

The room was all empty when I got there, which was no surprise. The crew should be arriving in the next thirty to forty minutes, and the boys would come in the middle of the morning, so they could recover from their long day yesterday.

I sat at one of the free desks right there on the practice room and started working, translating a few pages into a couple different languages so they could start a new page on the official web page for the international fans. The quiet time allowed me to do my work faster than I expected, and I was already starting a new translation when some of my coworkers arrived.

I understood that some people would meet in the cafeteria downstairs before coming to work, and many brought their coffee cups with them. Because they were still drinking, they continued conversing and as more people arrived, the louder it got. I realized it would be harder for me to concentrate with such noise. I decided to move to the room I used the day before, thinking it would be quieter than here.

I silently headed for that room's door. As I entered, I turned the lights on, because there was no windows in this room. But as I did, I heard someone grunt from the back of the room, which startled me, making me jump back with a racing heart. I looked to the sofa leaning against the wall on my right and realized someone was laying there.

- I'm so sorry, I didn't know someone was here!

This person sat on the sofa and I recognized a sleepy Castiel, rubbing is face without really looking at me. His dark hair was all over the place, his face had dents from the pillow he was sleeping on. He was grunting like an old man as he got up, sitting in the couch as he rubbed his face.