After Effects

Chapter 42 • After Effects

I smiled to myself as I stepped through the elevator doors the Thursday morning of that week. I was immediately met with the scent of tea and the sound of groans, but who cares? Today was Thursday!

I sighed joyfully to myself.

Thursdays huh? Such beautiful days once it isn't your time of the month... But yeah, wonderful Thursdays with their... thing about them that... you know... well...

...eh, whatever.

You're trying to say it's not just any Thursday, my subconscious reminded me, and of course I had to agree. This was not just any Thursday. It was the best Thursday of all Thursdays there would ever be! And that was because it was-

"Stupid."

"What?" I snapped back to reality.

"Why do you have that stupid grin on your face?"

I looked up to find that I was standing before my boss who was sporting his best scowl.

My mood immediately slipped and I too returned the scowl.

"Riddian," I quipped. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Ms. Harrington."

I narrowed my eyes as well.

"You already said that," I noted.

"Well you're the one being dramatic."

My scowl deepened.

"Let's cut to the chase, what do you want?"

My boss rose an eyebrow as he looked around.

"Excuse me?"

Crap, we weren't alone. I totally forgot.

Grudgingly I took a deep breath and readjusted myself.

"What can I do for you sir?" I asked instead.

I watched helpless as a small smile graced his face. I cursed him to the deepest trench in the ocean!

Explanations? Gladly!

The thing is that for some reason, the day before, Riddian was in a sour mood and was all bitter towards me again after our heart to heart Tuesday. As a natural reaction, as you should expect, I was bitter right back at him! And though the saying might be that 'two wrongs don't make a right', going back at him surely made me feel a lot  better.

Now I had no doubt in my mind that he was trying to dig up those old feelings from yesterday, but I was not worried as I had already come to the conclusion that he was bipolar and so I must not be offended by every plot twists he causes in my life.

My eyebrows furrowed suddenly in thought.

Well now that I thought about it— that is: his personality jump from Tuesday afternoon to Wednesday— it only just occurred to me that maybe it was my mentioning of his mother that had triggered the change. It was for now the only explanation and for a second I started feeling bad when...

Ugh! Was I asking for too much?

I felt selfish for thinking these thoughts but I couldn't help thinking that I wasn't asking for him to tell me all his secrets. I'm a curious gal! I hated it but, if he got me started on such an interesting life story, I literally could not help myself wanting to hear the rest. I just wish he didn't have to be so cruel to me at least after I swear to not tell anyone about it, and worse, I had more problems to deal with.