Kittie Tales

Chapter Seventeen II

Chapter Seventeen II: Now You Don't...

I backtracked my steps through the hallways and into the conference room only to find it null and void of animate living beings.

Uh oh!
David's going to be really and truly mad.. Why is it that when you're around, nothing happens, but the very minute you turn your back, everything and nothing happens at the same time...

Unwillingly but without an option, I retraced my feet back to the elevators, got an empty one with sheer luck and clicked on the 40th floor.

Just have to try my luck. There's no assurance he's going to let me off so easily, worse still before closing time, even if I'm seeing the light...

The sound chimed on the 38th floor.

What if he doesn't let me off? He's my boss, after all... And he's Arden, David Arden. He's bound to get angry, Now that you left in the middle of a board meeting without permission...

He's got to have a tiny speck of conscience in all that hardcore inhumanity...

What if he doesn't?..

39th.

Well, he can take it out of my pay cheque and shove it down his gullet until it comes out of his bullocks, I don't give a rat's ass anymore..

You don't, do you?..

I don't!..

But there's not plenty zeros in your worthless excuse of a salary to be bold and daring, how the hell are you supposed to survive off the remaining meagre sum?..

Shut the fuck up, rational mind! And screw you!..

40th.

I squeezed myself out of the elevators before the doors could even open up to three inches and bounded like a lunatic down the familiar grey and black corridors.

Bitchy Clare whatever her surname was that I was never interested in keeping in my brain, perked her head up from behind her desk at the sound of my approach and prepared herself to an inevitable onslaught of abusive squabble but I wasn't having any of that distasteful dish today.

"Not now, Secretary!", I spelt out my endearment for the secretary and breezed past her in a hurry.

Sorry honey? but this piece of fashion I'm in is incombustible. You can glare at me all you want..

The double doors drew up in front of me, and I hesitated. For more than a brief moment, my hand was just there hanging on the cold surface of the Italian door knob as I stood there, revisiting my decision.

Do I really want to do this? Do I really really really want to go on with my plan?

Whatever happened to the fiercely confident, outspoken, fearless, I-don't-give-a-damn lady who took down the arrogant and racist motherfucker at the restaurant the other day just because he thought a young lady like you couldn't afford to be a guest at the Hotel Majéstic?..

Okay, that was mostly Roxie but I can swear I threw in a line or two when she came up short with words and adjectival curses..

After giving myself the longest pep talk recorded in the history of pep talking, I took in a deep breathe to clear my lungs of all uncertainties, shot my chest out arrogantly, raised my chin up in the air haughtily and pushed open the door.

Yes! I came, I saw and I will...

"I was beginning to think you would have to get bulldozed off my door. Already put a call across to the Fire Department and that's possibly coming off of your paycheque", came the booming voice of my prestigious boss.