The Runaway Bride

Chapter 19 -- Simple truth and Complicated lies

I quickly make my way over to the elevators then, wasting no time, lest someone stop me. Jabbing the button with my finger, In the hope for the elevator to come a little faster.





Ding! Yes! Finally! Hallelujah!

Thankfully, the elevator is empty as I step inside. I press 13 and tap my foot against the floor impatiently. Now, I'm not usually an impatient person, but could this elevator go any slower? 10. Progress. 11. Almost there. 12. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! 13. Thank you God!

I fly out the doors as they open, eager to get out of the lift.

 




“Where do you think you're going?" I hear Rebecka questioned, blocking my path as she get up from  her desk. 







Her voice alone already irks my entire being and that ,ladies and gentlemen, its enough for you to already say that It was Tyler’s slutty secretary---- Rebecka Thompson. A blonde boobie bimbo to add to that whole Package of bitch-titude she has

Her hands are on her hips. She's eyeing me suspiciously and for a split second I feel like a child, my hand having been caught in the cookie jar.

"None of your business," I say, making a move to pass her, but she sidesteps to block me once again.

I huff in frustration. I will not bitch slap this slut. I will not bitch slap this slut. I will not bitch slap slut even she deserves every bits of it.

"Get out of my way," I seethe and I am seriously not playing around right now.

I have a Tyler Walton problem to deal with, so I really don't need her to pile on.

"Not until you tell me where you're going," she tells me, unwilling to move. "You're going up to his office, aren't you? I can smell your desperation from half a mile away."

She didn't need to mention his name for both of us to know whose office she was referring to.

"Oh sweetie," I tell her kindly, although I'm staring her down. "That would be your stench stinking up the building. Everyone knows you wear desperation like a perfume. Don't deny it."

I swear I see bubbles forming in the corner of her mouth. Even better.
Go ahead Rebecka! Make my day.






"Oh for fuck's sake!" Nora, another employee of the Walton Empire, exclaims suddenly from behind us, dispelling the tension from the air.






"Rebecka, go and sit your ass down. What Ms. Diane does is frankly none of your business. Why do you have to be so goddamn nosy all the time? Just in case you're dying to know, I'm on my way to the bathroom and please, don't follow me."

I stifle a giggle as Rebecka gave Nora a look of distaste before returning to her desk. I'm about to thank that brunette for her help, but she's already gone. Maybe I'll treat her to lunch later.

“Come in," I hear him say as I knock on the double doors once, not even daring to knock again.