Not That Simple

Typical Monday Morning

I've had the idea for this story a long time, I hope you all enjoy! Please let me know if you like it!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Monica's POV

Clicking the worn out button for the third floor, I lean my exhausted body back against the wall of the elevator.

Yet another Monday morning, same old routine day in day out. Bleeping to let me know I'm where I asked to be, the lift comes to a halt, shifting the pile of folders from my left to my right arm, I secure my bag further on my shoulder and traipse down the aisle to my desk.

Unlike the many other cluttered messes around me, my desk is organised and neat, I set down the folders letting my bag fall off my arm, effortlessly throwing it to the side of my chair. Monday's mean it's a whole lot of new account files, peoples financial problems need fixing, with me being the one who gets through them quickly, I end up with the most complicated.

I work as an accountant  for a business called BingsFinance, they specialise in loans and solutions for peoples debt. Just on my level there are 60 workers, 54 of them accountants just like me, 4 of them deputy managers, then there's the main boss and his assistant.

I can't say I hate my job, I'm quite good at it if I'm honest, but it's not a career I've dreamt of from being a little girl. 5 years I've worked here and I've not had a problem, though this past year has been a real struggle.

Lately I've felt like a shadow, nothing keeping me going but my friends. In the end it's a job, it pays the bills.

Tapping in the password for my computer I fan out the new files, reading the name, it takes me a second for it to sink in. Everything in my body tenses, my stomach lurches a sudden feeling of nausea rushing over me.

Michael Turner.

The one name haunting my every move, whatever I do he's there in the back of my mind.

Somehow I've been staring at the documents for over 10 minutes, Rachel tugs me back to reality by sliding a mug of coffee into my hands.

"Morning, sorry I was up late, What time did you leave?" Carefully as to not spill her drink, she sits at the desk beside me.

Me and Rachel have been best friends since college, she came to work here a couple of months after me, I showed her the ropes and thankfully the boss agreed to letting us work closely together. I'm glad I have her, out of all the office snobs, she's the only one I speak to, I don't think they have anything against me, I just never speak to them. I can't be bothered with the bitchy attitudes I stumble across walking through this place, simple arguments about who got to knock on the boss' door next.

This place is set out in rows and columns of desks, but, it's a square. Basically every 2 desks in a row, and two in a column, four in total, are fitted closer together with a walkway down the middle. Me and Rachel work beside each other then Ashleigh and Caitlin in front. We don't talk to them much, they are polite when we do though.

I shake my head to get rid of the daze, "Morning, I was up early, couldn't sleep. I got here maybe an hour ago, just sat down stairs reading one of those gossip magazines" I glance up, finding her eyeing me sceptically.

"What's bothering you?" I knew she'd work out there was something wrong. I can tell with her, generally I always try my best to hide my emotion, especially through the past year. Though Rachel and my other bestfriend Phoebe knew something was up, I had to give in.

Instead of saying it, I hand over the document, watching her read It for a second before she sits up straighter clearing her throat. "You don't have anything to do with it Monica, take it to the boss, just tell him you can't deal with this client for personal reasons." tossing it back onto my desk I sigh rubbing m face with the backs of my hands.