Fate

You always were a daydreamer

Thursday. My mind has barely been able to focus on anything else but him. I type out a reply to an email for the 15th time, I cannot function knowing that he is here in London or that fact that I know I have to brave the supermarket again today unless I want Noah and I to survive only on take outs. I look up and realise my boss is standing in front of my desk talking to me, I have absolutely no idea how long he has been standing there.

"Did you catch that? I thought it was best that I let you know in person, you know, with you having a child and well erm, being on your own." He says.

"I'm sorry? Let me know what?" I ask, totally confused.

"The firm... I just mentioned, our firm is being taken over by an international company, I am yet to be informed about the status of everyone's jobs here." He tells me.

"W-what? You can't be serious? I need this job...oh my god..." I place my head in my hands.

"Abby, I'm very sorry, if there was anything..." He says sympathetically before I interrupt him,

"Please don't...I- I need some air..." I push myself away from my desk, grab my bag and practically run down the stairs into the car park. I sit on the ground with my back against the wall, head in my knees trying to hold back the tears I can feel burning in my eyes. I can't lose this job, I just can't. Noah is depending on me to care for him.

"Excuse me miss?" A mans voice says, I ignore it.
"Hello, sorry, are you ok? Are you sick?" The voice continues, I can feel anger building up inside me,
"Can you just back off?!" I snap, lifting up my head but refusing to give eye contact, "I'm fine, alright?!" I can't help but feel guilty for snapping at this person who is clearly just checking if I am ok, but after these last two days, I honestly don't know how my life can get any worse.
"Sorry..." I say when I become aware that the man is still standing there, "I've had a rough few days..." I tell him as I stand up and finally give him eye contact.

There they are... those emerald green eyes. I feel sick travelling up my throat, my legs become weak beneath me. We stand staring at each other for what feels like forever.
"Hello, Abby," He says softly,
I open my mouth to speak but no words come out,
"Is that really you?" He asks.
"I-um, I... hi...what...what are you doing here?" I manage to say,
"My company just purchased a large firm here, I was just popping in to take a look at some of the offices here in London." He explains.
"You? You're the company who have bought the firm I work for?" I stutter, "why would you do that? I could lose my job."
"Abby, I had no idea you worked here, or even that you were here...but I can assure you, if you still want to work here, then your job is safe." He gives me a sympathetic smile. I cannot believe he is standing in front of me, even more so I cannot believe he owns a company who is buying the firm I work for.

I can't help but think back to the times we would lay on the beach together and he would talk about wanting to be successful in life.
"You always were a daydreamer," He says with a small laugh, his voice drags me out of my daydream,
"Uh yeah..." I laugh awkwardly, "I have to get back to work," I say picking up my bag and dashing back into the building, taking the steps two at a time and sitting quickly at my desk. When Nathan appears in the building a short while later, I hide behind my computer screen as he shakes hands with my boss.

This cannot be happening. How am I supposed to continue to work here knowing that he is going to be in charge of the firm. Everyone in this office knows about Noah, all it would take would be one person to mention him in front of Nathan and everything would be exposed. My eyes flicker over to the photo frame sitting on my desk of Noah and I, I grab it quickly tipping it over so harshly that it flys off my desk and smashes. Brilliant. Everyone's eyes turn to me and I scramble from my desk to clean up the mess I've just made.