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Chapter 5

"Uuuhhhh..m..my head" I grumbled trying to get myself up. I think I might have gotten a headache from crying last night. I checked the time. Past 7.. Shit! Past Seven??! Did my alarm get broken or what? I rushed into the bathroom, turned the water on while I quickly brushed my teeth.

I can't believe I'm running late, that has never happened. I've been punctual ever since I was a kid. Lateness was not my thing. I'd get to school before any student.

Well, shit happens.

I couldn't put on any make up, there wasn't time for that. Now that I've got a New boss, I don't know what punishment I'll be given for arriving late at work especially as a janitor. Oh no, what if he suspends me or even worse, fires me.
My heart pounded so fast I couldn't concentrate. I put on some jeans and a hoodie (my love for hoodies though) with sneakers.
I had to go with my car now just to make sure I get there before 8:20. I drove as fast as I could and by the time I got there, seemed to me like they were having a staff meeting.

I got off my car, ran over to Rosie who was surprised to see me turning up late.

"You look like hell" she said a smile.
"Well, good morning to you too Rosie" I responded, adjusting my trousers.

The meeting lasted for about thirty minutes and just as we were all leaving, I heard that British accent again.
" Gabrielle Salvador? I would like to see you in my office in twenty" he said in a formal way.
"Y...yes Sir" I answered anxiously.

He didn't smile, didn't call me Gabby. For some reason, that felt..odd. Or what if he's actually being so formal because he wants to suspend me for arriving late today? I felt my blood thicken and my hands get cold.
I went over to my locker, changed into my uniform then headed to his office. But before I left, I said a little prayer hoping it wouldn't be a suspension or anything worse.

I knocked twice at the door, no answer.
"Sir, it's Gabrielle Salvador, you asked to see me" I informed.
"Oh, do come in dear" a voice responded from inside.
Dear? Who's he calling dear? I opened the door to see him busy with lots of paper work.
"Please, sit." He offered.
"Thank you Sir" I acknowledged pulling the leather chair out.

He carefully closed his pen, arranged the papers then folded his arms staring at me.
This went on for a few minutes and I felt really uncomfortable. I almost asked 'what? Trying to find your sense of reasoning?'
I tried everything possible not to have an eye contact with him but that was impossible without been noticed.

"Are you okay?" He asked breaking the silence.
"Hmm?" I hummed.

Why was he asking such a question? Do I look that bad? Now that I think of it, I didn't get to look at my reflection before leaving the house.
"Yeah I guess, why do you ask?" I replied pushing my hair behind my ear.
"Its just that you don't look so good, are you sick? or didn't you have enough sleep?" He asked again.

This guy has got to be kidding me. Was this why he called me up to his office?
Well, I'm glad its not a suspension.

"Thank you for your concern but, I'm really fine. Just tired. That's all." I assured.
I need to leave. I don't like been around this guy, something about him makes me uneasy.

"Okay, if you say so. You don't have to be afraid to tell me whatever it is that bothers you, you're a friend of my friend so that makes us friends right?" He said with a wide smile.
Smiles aren't contagious to me but his, got me smiling back.

"Yeah, sure. Friends." I laughed at his words.
"What's funny Gabby? Tell me" he said sitting comfortably in his chair with one hand on his chin.
" Well I don't know anything about you, Sir." I said with a smile, laying emphasis on Sir.