Destined // zjm

ten

"Leave, " 

His voice was rough and lower than usual, I gulped.

"I-, " I  tried to explain but something stopped me. If looks could kill then I'd be dead by now.

His gaze on me remained hard and intimidating, to say that I was scared will be an understatement. I decided to look down, trying not to make any sort of eye contact with the guy standing before me.

Inspite of so many perplexed faces present in this spacious room, it still felt like it was only us, me and him. He was like the devil, scaring the living daylights out of me and I was his prey, getting my life screwed.

"I said leave!" His voice suddenly was loud and demanding and his dark eyes burned through my soul, furiously. An eddy of fear swirled around me, like dust rising off the floor in some barren drafty place.

Murmuring a 'sorry' which only made him shoot me another death glare, I hurriedly paced out of the hall, my breathing uneven from the encounter.

I walked as fast as my legs could take me, out the room, to the stairs and then into my cabin ignoring everyone's stares and Brooke's constant voices.

Once I was in, I gasped for air. This was a disaster, a complete disaster and I have no qualms about me being kicked out of this office soon after he is back.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I sat on my black leather chair. The way he glared at me proved that he was beyond pissed, his eyes penetrating through the body, into my soul and scaring my whole existence.

I won't take anyone messing it up. His voice rang into my ears, causing me to take a deep breath. But what did you do? You messed it up, badly. My subconscious snapped at me.

I know I did but saying that it was completely my fault would be unfair in its own way. I mean, there were two blue CDs and if he would have specified the colour then there wouldn't be so much drama. My job is hanging in the air and even though the excuse is beyond pathetic but thats what I'm going to say. If I am able to say anything infront of him.

And I don't want to be kicked out now, no not yet. And if I do then, well, I don't know what to do then.

I'll probably look for a new job, but before that I'll have to answer my mother. She'll keep throwing questions at me and I'll have to answer them all because its all my fault. She'll then tell me how irresponsible I am and how I'm exactly her opposite.

But it's true, me and my mom are polar opposites. She is the typically perfect and traditional woman with everything sorted out and I'm just, um, me.

I close my eyes for sometime and take deep breaths. I stay like that for what feels like almost an hour till I hear my phone ringing and huffing, I answer it reluctantly being too tired to check out who it is.

"Hello, Darling, " My mother.

"Hey, Mom, " I try to sound better, I just don't want her to bombard me with questions in this critical hour.

"How are you, honey? I miss you already." Her voice sounds a bit worn out and tired. She's been working hard, lately.

"I'm absolutely fine, mom," I lie. "And I miss you, a lot. But aren't you supposed to be at work?" I check the time, it's two so it might be eight in the morning there. Its strange she's been very particular and punctual when it came to work. Unlike me.

"Uh, I took a day off. I've been feeling tired, lately. " She says.

"You should take care of yourself, Mom and-" I pause when I catch a glimpse of a figure in Zayn's cabin.

"Mom, I'll take to you later, okay? I got some work. Love you, bye." I hang up before she could reply.

My mind can't focus on anything right now, I hope he doesn't call me or something. I'll literally pee myself if he does that because I'm not ready to face him or his glares. No just, no.

That's when the intercom goes off and my heart drops to the ground, fear and anxiety piercing through my soul.

I get the call quickly before I get the honour of pissing him off, again.

"Evelyn Cooper," My voice is ridiculously low.

"Is something wrong, Eve? I saw you running down the hall, ignoring me inspite of me calling you. " It's Brooke and she sounds worried.

"Uh, Sorry," I pause. "I just messed up, again." I bit my lower lip and dare to peek into his cabin. He's on his phone. Good.

"I know, Brittany told me and it's okay, " She pauses and I wonder how does Britanny know? She wasn't even there. The thought puzzles me but I brush it off; I have many things to bother about at the moment.

"Thanks," I smile, a bit.

"Maybe we can go out during the weekend to cheer you up?"

"Yes sure," The thought lightens up my mood and I smile, again.

"Okay then. Talk to you later, I got someone here, bye." I hear some faint noises from the other line as she hangs up.

At least it wasn't him.

I slide my drawer open and pick up the manuscript. I can't abandon everything and till I have this job I have to do it, anyways.

Hours pass by and I'm done with two manuscripts. I sigh and then look at the wall clock. Its time to leave, already.

I dare to steal a glance in his cabin, he's typing something on his laptop.

Even though I don't want to face him at this moment or at any moment but the fact that he didn't call me disturbs me. Maybe I should go and apologise? Or maybe he's too pissed to call you. My subconscious hissed at me.

I should apologise, I think.

Picking up the manuscripts I straighten up a bit and exit my cabin.

Nervousness takes over as I stand infront of his office door. Should I knock or should I not? I mean, what if he is too pissed? Taking a deep breath I muster up my courage and knock at his door.

-x-

A/N:

I love leaving you all hanging hahahahA

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