On The Edge (Currently rewriting)

Chapter Four

I pulled the blankets tighter around my small figure, trying to retain as much heat as possible. It must have been freezing outside, but inside my apartment, it wasn't much warmer. I curled into a tiny ball on the sofa, with the thin blanket trapping any excess heat to try and keep it warm.

It was now Sunday, four days after Damon Kingston had taken charge of Kingston Limited. The last four days hadn't been so bad, as his father was still hovering around, until everything had settled. Sunday was my only day of the week off, but I often found myself doing things for work, so I was ready for the upcoming week and this Sunday was so exception.

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FLASHBACK; Saturday Morning

Sighing, I pushed my hair out of my face and returned to the emails on the screen, typing appropriate replies, and forwarding any to my boss that were important. It was about ten in the morning when Damon called me into his office.

I shut the door behind, and followed his instructions to the seat on the other side of his desk to hm. I opened my notebook and waited for him to start talking.

"Right, I want you to rearrange all of my meetings scheduled for the next three weeks. And in place of those, I want you to organise twenty minute meetings with each member of staff, to go over their roles in the company and their salaries. I want the rota of that emailed to me by tomorrow noon, be sure to have meetings all day from 9am-6pm from Monday to Saturday for the next three weeks." He ordered.

I nodded, writing all of this down, "Do you want any time for lunch?"

He shook his head, "That won't be necessary. I also need the monthly and annual salary reports from the last two years on my desk by 8.30am on Monday, along with the files of each member of staff. Also, each and every morning, I expect a hot drink on my desk, by 8.30am, no excuses. Any questions?"

"Yes, actually..." He looked up from his computer, "Do you drink anything particular?"

He cracked a grin, "Black Coffee, one and three quarter sugars."

I smiled at him, before writing that down in my notebook and shutting the book, placing it in my lap. I looked up at my boss, who was watching me carefully.

"Anything else, Sir?" I asked, preparing myself to stand up.

He returned back to his computer, "If my mother comes, tell her that I am in a meeting."

I chuckled, "Of course, Sir."

*****

After work, I went straight over to my father's where he had Indian take out waiting for me and my brothers. I was there until about 11pm, and then my father gave me a lift home, claiming public transport wasn't safe at that time of night. My father had offered to let me live with him, but he only lived in a one bedroom flat at it was, which was better than mine, but still on the small side.

Pulling the blanket tighter, I decided it would probably be a good idea to dress in something warmer. It was the start of November, but it was much colder than what it normally was at this time of year, and I didn't want to get sick.

Pushing the blanket away, I stood up from the sofa and cracked my sore back, before gong over to the boxes, and looking for a jumper. Finding my Brody's navy hoodie, I pulled it over my head and slipped on some sweats that I picked up cheaply. I looked over at the thermostat, wishing it worked, but I knew it was useless, my landlord didn't care.

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was nearly 11am, meaning that I needed to email the non-existing schedule over to Damon. Opening my cheap laptop, I spent the next fifty minutes coming up with a schedule for the meetings, which was organised by department. I quickly went over the schedule, seeing that I only had a few minutes to spare. I quickly logged in my email, and sent him the schedule, along with a quick message.