Call me Uber.

Not this again...

Monday mornings, oh how I dread the day. This keeps happening, I don't understand how one moment I'm packing up my day on a Friday evening, and then... bang it's fucking Monday again. I get up out of bed and slink to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. It will be a long day, I can already feel it. As the coffee grinds I whip out my phone to check for notifications. Of course there aren't any, because every fool I know is getting themselves ready for another wonderful week of hell. I hope the building burnt down over the weekend.

I take my coffee back to my room, ready to shower and get ready - and don't tell me you don't take your coffee into the shower... what the fuck else are the shower nooks for? The shampoo and body wash go on the damn floor! After some manoeuvring, I'm clean and caffeinated and ready to head out the door, wallet, keys, phone... and I'm already late.

"Good morning Morgan" I hear as I lock the door of my apartment. Ugh! It's that seedy perve neighbour from apartment 13.

"Good morning Martin" I respond pleasantly attempting to hold back my disgust for the attire he has chosen to exit the building in. Shirtless, showing off his beer gut with a pair of loose fitting board shorts covered in some hideous floral pattern and a pair of flip flops. It's the middle of fucking winter, lord save me. I smile and head on down the hall to the stairs so I can quickly exit the building.

Finally at my car, I inhale a deep breath - well that's my cardio done for the day. No need for a gym membership, I just need to run down the stairs away from Martin every morning. $15 a week in my pocket, note to self: cancel gym membership! I'm going to stay fat and I'm completely okay with that.

I arrive at the office and sit down at my desk to start the day. I check my emails like I do every morning, to see what meetings I need to attend and of course the agenda for this weeks story. I kick off my heels under my desk and read through the calendar, looks like I'm stuck in meetings all day, fuck this! I have an hour for lunch might make a quick trip to see Ash, she's landed a job as an assistant for a property developer. I wonder how long this gig will last? She's never been a person to hold a job for too long, she likes to flutter - I guess being so young she thinks that a career is something she can deal with later. All play that girl. And my phone rings -

"Ms. Howel, my office please" and the call ends! Samuels was a man of very few words, how he got into publishing is beyond me. I stand up and throw my heels back on as I make my way to his office.

"Good morning sir" I say as I close the door behind me.
"Sit" he retorts without even glancing up at me. I inhale a breath and head over to the seat at his large brown desk and take a seat. Still staring down at his laptop he begins to tell me the agenda for this mornings meeting. Barely taking a breath between sentences and not even looking up at me. Mr. Samuels was always a straight forward man, he lives to work - and that's all he does. His wife pops in from time to time, dressed in the most current Designer clothes and his 8 year old daughter following suit. Men like him are raising a generation of brats!

"You May leave now, Ms. Howel" he says finally looking up at me from his laptop.
"No problems sir, I'll ensure to be prompt to the meeting. You can count on me." I respond as I stand up and begin to readjust my black pencil skirt and white button down shirt.
"I know Morgan, that's why you are invited to these meetings. You always do as asked, a writer is not often invited to such important meetings" he says as he lets out a small chuckle whilst looking me up and down, he licks his lips, "you may leave now." He points to the door... well, that was awkward. I head back to my desk to prepare for the meeting, this is going to be a long day I just know it.

As lunch finally roles around, I'm absolutely starving. I've been in and out of meetings all day, and I forgot to grab something to eat this morning because I was running late. I grab out my phone to call Ash to see if she wants to head out for lunch. Of course she jumps at the chance, so I grab my bag and head out the office to meet her around the corner at the cafeteria.

"You will not believe who I saw today" she screeches as she walks into the busy cafe.
"Who?" I respond quietly as she approaches the table, "I ordered your chai and the chicken Caesar wrap you like" I say. She nods in response and throws her hand bag over the spare chair at our table.
"So, my new boss and I went and seen this lawyer today for the apartments he's building at the end of town, and guess what?" She says excitedly.
"What? Oh please tell me Ash" I say sarcastically.
"Bitch!" She responds, "the Uber driver!" Wait what? Is she talking about Fin? It's been a few days since we'd spoken, after the way he left the apartment I was confused. I sent him a text the next day with no response - and to hear that Ash has seen him just merely doing her job, well that's not fucking fair!
"You mean a guy that looked like him?" I ask her inquisitively.
"Nah, it was him." She says as she takes a bite out of her wrap, "he even remembered me from the other night, he looked good" she continues to eat her wrap. And suddenly I am not hungry anymore. I push aside my toasted baguette and sip at my soy latte. I wonder why he never replied?

I headed back to the office and headed into my next meeting, needless to say my my mind was elsewhere most of the day.. not without notice from Samuels! I'm going to hear about this tomorrow! But, I'm heading straight home after this - I need to get out of my head. That's something I've always struggled with, I overthink every situation without any real reason. I get this idea in my head and then momentarily come up with multiple scenarios and inevitably stress myself out. Something to look forward to tonight.

***********

Friday comes along pretty quickly, I'm just submitting my final story for printing for Sunday night. I grab the phone and call through to my editor,  "Rose, I've just emailed you the article. Could you just proof read and let me know if I can head out"
"Of course Morgs, ill call you back in 15 minutes" she responds, quickly ending the call. Rose has always been my lifeline, from the moment I joined the company as an intern 6 years ago, she helped me with every aspect of the job. I now don't know what I would do without her, I'm attached and I hate to admit it but I rely on her proof reading everything even if I've read it a thousand times.

"It's perfect, I don't know why you need me to do this every time" she says.

"You know I need you Rose" I giggle.

"Alright well enjoy your night out with your sister tonight Morgs, see you Monday morning."

"Bye Rose, and thank you again." I hang up the phone and shoot the email to printing and head out of the office. I had decided to head out with Ash and the girls tonight, after this week I needed a night out. It's funny, Ash started work this week and I've had plenty of me time and the moment I have a free weekend I choose to head out to a bar with her again. Maybe I do need these nights out. I rarely go out, so sometimes it's good to go out with Ash and the girls and unwind.

8pm hits and I can hear them at my door, they've obviously drank before getting here and  I was ready for it, for once I was keen to head out with them and have a few drinks. I grabbed my keys and phone and made my way to the door, "Lets go, is the Uber still here?" I ask them. Ash nods and screams, "we getting fucked up tonight" I laugh and make my way downstairs to the lobby and out the front door.

Fuck! I knew exactly which car we were going in, I look to my left and a black sedan is parked, with Mr. Uber leaning up against the drivers door. He looks up from his phone straight at me and cocks a devilish smirk - oh for fucks sake, not this again!