Kittie Tales

Chapter Nineteen I

Chapter Nineteen I: Between The Devil And The Clean Puddle..

Alessandra

At exactly 9:37pm, I was let off work by the boss, the one and only D. M. Arden, CEO., Arden and Co. and allowed to walk out of the building freely without any hassle from the security staff.

No, he didn't just let me off. He left me in the office at exactly 9 o'clock and demanded that I should not step a feet out of the 40th floor if I hadn't completed the spreadsheets and arranged them neatly in his 'To Be Signed" folder, like a good assistant so he can imprint his stupid signature first thing tomorrow morning. If not, I can be assured that Ferdie would be back to square one faster than a kid could scream 'dada', he'd said in more constructive grammar.

And I had believed him.

How nice of him to motivate his employees.. He needs to be recommended for this year's Circle Boss Of The Year Award, he's already a frequent recipient anyway..

Seriously, I don't know why he still keeps me around. I'm not even in the mood to want to find out just yet but a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do to keep her loved one alive..

Thankfully, I called Roxie to go stand in for me as I would be very very late. She told me not to worry, that Lettie and her mother had already made camp in Ferdie's room despite the doctor's insistent demands that the patient needs his night rest for his complete recovery. Kittie was even there too.

I couldn't help the smile that graced my cheeks, I didn't want to help it either. Nothing on earth could ruin the sweet happiness that had overwhelmed me. I even continued my work with such lively gusto. But I was wrong.

A single call from D. M. Arden, CEO., Arden and Co. had done that for me.

He'd called and in his own words said, "Kindly endeavour to accomplish your task before its lunch tomorrow, Time is not on my side. And wipe that cheerful expression off your face, it's too dusky to be sunny"

I'd honestly wanted to give him a piece of my mind this time around but once again, he disconnected the line.

Can you believe this guy? Why would anyone be so aversive to joy and happiness? Whatever happened to him in the past? Surely he hasn't always being this cold and dark and malicious..

And allergic to happiness, might I add..

And oh! I almost missed the sarcasm he used there.. Ha ha! Very funny, sir.. I almost forgot to laugh..

Sometimes, this man is a complicated puzzle to figure out. Let me reiterate, I don't think I'm in the mood to solve the 'David Arden' puzzle who happens to be my boss, not in this millennium and not even in three thousands to come.

If there's any consolation, I heard him talk about taking it out of town this weekend.. God help the poor soul at the other end of the line who was receiving the full brunt of his cholericness.. I'm just hopeful I'll have the entire weekend to myself.. I happen to need a lot of revitalisation as it stands..

Anyway, I shot out of the building as fast as one would in 5 inches heels literally like a piece of steak being chased by rabid dogs. As if the doorman could sense my distress and desperate need for a cab, he quickly hailed one for me. After thanking him wholeheartedly and mentally reminding myself to give him a handsome sum when I get paid, I got in and it was a straight drive to St. Bastian hospital. The ride was too smooth that I had to hibernate for a bit.

The pungent smell of antiseptics and cleaning agents mixed with citrus scented air fresheners wafted into my nostrils as I stepped through the electric sliding doors. Roxie had already produced the detailed map to Ferdie's new room with its number so I had no difficulty finding the room.