His Obsession

01

A WEEK.

It had been a week since that dreadful event.

It'd been a week since I walked in on my boss having sex with one of his employees.

It'd been a week since I had been jobless.

After walking in on my boss sexing it up with one of his employees, I sent him a letter of resignation stating that; he can go fuck it up with every single one of his employees in his office but he ain't getting a piece of me.

Sigh.

I wish I was brave enough. But I did leave him a resignation letter- for real- and declared that I had been facing family complications and had to move away in order to help them. I had waited a week for any sort of reply but received none. I was slowly driving myself to the edge with thoughts of what had happened that day.

I diverted myself in every way imaginable; went to the gym, to a library, a walk, even to a fucking club. yes. A club. I've never been the kind of a person you'd see at a club but I guess what they said was right 'desperate times, call for desperate measures but even then I wasn't able to divert my mind to the office dilemma AKA walking in on the boss. so I resorted to one last thing, which was looking after my five-year-old niece for my sister. who was the cutest little thing ever?

With her big gray doe eyes, a toothy grin, and apple cheeks, she could even bring the toughest of men to their knees.

Speaking of the little devil, ''what do you say, Avery?'' she peeped in tumult and ran to the closest mirror, which happened to be on my dresser, and giggled aloud. ''This is soooo pretty. Thank you so much, Aunty Ava,'' she exclaimed and ran smack back into me for a hug almost knocking me off of the bed.

I laughed ''anytime, sweetie.''

she gaped up at me from my lap after cooling down and sought in a tiny cute voice filled with excitement, ''Aunty Ava, how did you learn to braid her like that?''

I leaned in close to her to make it seem like I was about to tell her a huge secret because I knew how much of a sucker she was for secrets. ''it's a secret!''

Her eyes widened greatly and her eyebrows shot to her hairline which drove me to let out a hearty laugh, ''Really? please tell me aunty ava! please, I'll do anything!'' I glanced at her, smirking slightly, ''Anything?''

she responded energetically, ''telly tubby promise,'' and then held out her ring finger that caused me to laugh some more and cover my pinky around her tiny cute one.

Don't inquire why but Avery had a tremendous obsession with telly tubbies. She had everything telly tubby from her toothbrush to her lunchbox and much more. Although most of the people found it extremely weird and disturbing I found her obsession with them really cute and even bought her some more of them. Julie, my sister, was not happy when she saw what I had done. She thought that I had fueled her obsession more and that I shouldn't have done it. I just told her that she'll eventually grow out of this phase and forget about them.

Eventually.

''Ok, but if I tell you, you won't tell anyone. Ever.'' I looked at her seriously, trying to control the grin that was threatening to break out onto my lips.

she nodded again and peered up at me with a glint of excitement, ''Youtube.'' I answered and shifted her slightly on my lap so she could be comfortable. ''YouTube? What is Youtube aunt Ava?'' she questioned looked up at me with curious eyes and a little pout that I knew appeared whenever she was in deep thought. ''Well sweetie, it's an app that lets you watch unlimited videos, movies, and songs absolutely for free.'' She tilted her head to the side cutely and asked, ''Even telly tubbies?'' I looked down at her and while playing with the ends of her braid - which was French- and replied, ''Yes, even telly tubbies.''

And that folks are how we - me and Avery- spend our afternoon together watching telly tubbies and listening to the famous Barbie songs one of them being I'm a Barbie girl, which Avery had instantly taken a liking to and was now in the process of memorizing it. I had left her to memorize the song while cooking pasta for both of us, because well who doesn't love pasta.

As I was doing so I got a call from Julie, which probably meant she was checking if everything was going right and If our sweet little Avery was behaving. I picked the phone and swept the green phone to the right and nestled it between my ear and shoulder, I started talking to her while simultaneously stirring the pot of now almost cooked pasta. ''Hey, Julie, how's it going?'' There were some shuffling noises on the other side of the line before she started talking, ''Good, but tiresome.'' she replied and I could picture her sitting down in her office chair while rubbing her temple with her thumb and forefinger to release a little bit of a headache that was probably starting to take place.

''Your boss still giving you a hard time?'' I asked because as much as Julie had told me about him he seemed like a huge asshole. Always dumping loads of work on her and then asking for it in an hour or two. ''Yeah, that's not something new,'' she sighed exasperatedly and I could sense her rolling her eyes, ''How is my little angel?'' I smiled at myself now opening the cupboard above the stove to get some bowls out for the cooked pasta, ''She's been an angel.'' She sighed in relief, ''What's she doing now?'' I glanced behind me and saw her drawing now, guess someone got tired of memorizing the song. ''She's drawing.'' ''Oh, well that's good. Thank you, Ava, for taking care of her.'' I rolled my eyes at her and replied, ''how many do I have to tell you that I enjoy taking care of her?''

She laughed at my remark before replying, ''I know,'' I heard a shout on the other side of the call and knew it was her boss, ''Go do your work I'll take care of her don't worry,'' She thanked me profusely again before saying goodbye and hanging up. I put my phone aside and poured a delicious serving of pasta for both me and Ava before going over to where she was drawing and putting it in front of her, she looked up at me and gave me a bored look before going back to drawing but once she realized what was in front of her she squealed 'pasta!' loudly before leaning over and hugging me I hugged her back and kissed her lightly on the cheek before telling her to eat.

It had been a little over 8 o clock before there was knocking on my door, I answered it as fast as I could because I didn't want whoever was on the other side to start pounding on my door, I opened the door and came face to face with a guy dressed in a pristine suit and geeky glasses who presented me with an envelope and a professional smile and before I had the chance to even ask who he was or what his purpose was of coming here, he was already walking across my garden and into his car. I was confused beyond words but my confusion flew out the window and my body filled with dread when I read who the envelope was from;

EVAN JACOBS
CEO OF JACOB ENTERPRISES

I had finally received a reply.