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Ch10 ..... E

I spent the night imagining all the possible scenarios for today.

I got up several times, feeling sleepless and a guy in a black suit was posted in front of my building. Sometimes in his black van, sometimes smoking a cigarette.

The poor guy, he must have been really bored ... But I have to say that it reassured me; I felt safe.

This morning I go to work dressed rather unusually. I'm wearing a scarf on my head, big sunglasses and a beige parka-coat so as to not be recognised.

A little more and I'd remind people of Paris Hilton wanting to go around incognito! Actually, I wonder if it's all that discreet because a few passers-by have been giving me astonished looks.

As I expected, several journalists are already waiting in front of the doors, with all their equipment.

(Mingle with a group of people.)

I wait for a group of workers and sneak in among them, without anyone noticing. I saw this technique in Assassin's Creed!

If I were not in such a delicate situation, I could find it fun.

When I arrive at reception, I see Lisa already at her desk. Fresh as the morning dew!

T:"Hey!"

She stares at me, dubiously.

I glance around the room and lower my sunglasses a little talking to my friend in a whisper.

T:"It's me Tayla ... I've come incognito ..."

This time she looks at me mockingly and tries to stifle a fit of giggles.

Lisa:"I'd already recognize you! It's just your ... costume that surprised me a bit..."

(I laugh.)

T:"What? Not good?"

Lisa:"Well... How can I put it?..."

I wave my hand at her, looking like a misunderstood aristocrat, and I ditch her at the reception desk.

I find me technique excellent! At least I got in without any hassle ...

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I step into the elevator and I take my glasses off. As the doors close, something absolutely horrible happens.

Blood-red manicured nails, which I would recognize in a thousand, have just grabbed hold of the doors, to stop them from closing.

I feel like I'm in a horror movie When The monster's paw appears and startles the whole room! To think that a few seconds more and my plan would have worked.

A second in a lifetime is nothing. But when it comes to Cassidy, it can turn into an eternity of torment.

(Leave the elevator as long as there's still time!)

She walks into the enclosed space, while typing something on her mobile, sighing.

She presses on her floor button without paying me any attention. I daren't make a move.

I lower my eyes and fix my gaze on my feet. With a bit of luck, if I don't look at her, she won't notice me.

If I don't move, this praying mantis won't bite my head off ...

But ... Since there's always a but, and my life is never that simple, she lays her perfidious eyes on me.

Cassidy:"Miss White. I see you have invested in a new outfit ...?"

I can't say if she's surprised or if she's just making fun of me. Quite evidently, it's a bit of both.

(Reply calmly.)

T:"I needed to go unnoticed."

I know she's just dying to make me suffer. Maybe even I'm part of her sadistic dreams!

Cassidy:"Do you think you're a star now?"

I close my eyes for a moment and breathe in. This women is calamity.

T:"No ... I'm just protecting my privacy."

She lets out a little chuckle.

Cassidy:"Phooey!"

T:"Didn't you notice the reporters outside?"

Cassidy:"Of course I did! You're not the only one to be asked about your position in the company, Miss White."

She annoys me with her"Miss White's" and her hypocritical politeness!

My god! Can't she just leave me alone for once?!

She should consult a doctor to understand where her hatred of me comes from!

T:"I haven't seen headlines with your name in it or a photo of you in the city's newspapers."

Cassidy:"Oh, you mean that now you're embarrassed because all New York knows you're getting jiggy with your boss ...?"

Cassidy:"The assistant and her boss ... So clichè ..."

She looks up, pouting. She's clearly making fun of me!

(Cassidy, I hate you!)

Cassidy:"Don't worry, they'll soon tire of you, you're nothing special just a little country girl getting cheap thrills."

(Bitch!)

T:"What's your problem exactly? Are you jealous or what?!"

(I try to keep calm as much as possible.)

T:"It gets to you, doesn't it?"

She just stares at me, as scornfully as possible to.

T:"I know that after all the effort you've made to get all your bosses in bed, not having the slightest recognition ... Must be really hard!"

T:"Even if, between you and me, quite honestly, your reputation here is already made..."

T:"To say that I only needed one
photograph to be taken of me at a party to win first place, I guess it annoyes you!"

(Oh shit ... what the fuck am I doing?!)

 Cassidy:"Don't think yourself untouchable."

Cassidy:"You're nothing, and I could refer your conduct to my superiors."

(Be a bitch.)

T:"Mmh ... You mean to your superiors who work for my superior?"

T:"My superior for whom, in reality, you don't mean much, I do wonder what he'd think of the 42nd's HR management" methods"

T:"I'm not sure he'd really appreciate his directors acting like tortures."

T:"Or that they should obtain certain promotions by getting on all fours under desks."

(Uh... really ...? I dared go that far...?)

This time Cassidy is gobsmacked. It is as if she has difficulty getting her breath.

For a moment the image of her, on all fours under Gabriel's or Mark's desk, comes to mind, and I repress a grin of disgust.

Fortunately, the doors finally opens on her floor and she disappears without saying any more.

I sometimes wonder what's wrong with me to say such stuff ....