Kittie Tales

Chapter Seventeen I

Chapter Seventeen I: Now You Don't..

"Endra! Hi! What are you doing here?!", a cheerful beam spread itself on Gracie's face as she approached me in those bright red pumps. I made a mental note to ask her where she purchases all of her footwear and brainmarked it for later.

"Can't I waltz in to say hello to my dear friends?", I replied.

"As if", she said and allowed herself to be squeezed to death by me, in what you could call a death grip, not an innocent embrace that it should have been.

See! These are the kind of friends I adore...

I laughed out loud. My first real laugh in days. "I just came to dump this journal on Mr Hudson's desk and catch up on the latest gossip"

Gracie snorted in an unladylike fashion and took the journal from my outstretched hands. "Of course, why else would you be here?"

I gave her my best incredulous look. "Are you calling me an idle chatter? In other words, a scuttlebutt or a gossip?"

"Aren't we all? That's what we receive paychecks for, you know", she commented and accompanied it with a roll of her eyes.

It had been some weeks and a few days since Ferdie's comatose condition and I began working here again. Not in the Publicity Department but at the Big Boss's personal office, topmost floor.

I know you must think I'm a big girl now, working on the top floor.. Seriously, I'm not, I can assure you.. I'd gladly exchange my job for a janitorial role if it would mean freedom and being able to breath in fresh air without David breathing down on my neck every 0.2 seconds..

And not in the manner I'd hoped he would..

Ferdie's still unresponsive to treatment and that's one of the major things weighing me down lately..

At least, he's not dead yet.. That's a good thing, right?..

I'd gotten too pissed and slammed my already typed resignation letter on David's desk one day while he wasn't around because I didn't think I could continue to look at him act like nothing happened between us the second time, and I didn't want to be a freeloader or a charity case anymore. But before I could walk out of the lobby, the front desk receptionist Laura had shoved a phone into my hands angrily. It had being from the hospital, that they would soon withdraw all treatments for my brother since the beneficiary had put an end to all payments. And that all I had to do now was pray for his fast recovery in two more days. It took the grace of God for me to scramble for the elevators in six inches heels without falling face down on the marbled floor.

If he was still this cold and heartless, it made me wonder if that night happened at all or if I just imagined it. Heck! Nothing seems real anymore.

Mine and Roxy's relationship on the other hand, is still strained but at least, now we've stopped giving each other silent treatments and cold shoulders. Saying hi hello once in a while even if you don't mean it is a good stepping stone to rebuilding the friendship. We even went out to get wasted the other day, even though we didn't say more than twenty words to each other.

That's one good thing I'm thankful for..

And the fact that my boss hasn't had me killed yet, willing or not..

That's also another thing to be thankful for..

With all the events going on in my life currently, I had almost forgotten about the supposed kidnappers who had almost had me. Still no idea who had sent them to get me or why they would want to get me but I had a sinking feeling that it was all related to David and that was why he had been the one to save me. Maybe he just developed a guilty conscience and decided maybe my life was worth saving after all.