To Love Or To Loath

Chapter One

Have you ever had that feeling where you're stuck in a job with someone you wish you didn't have as a boss and you feel like your life'sgoing downhill because of it? Well that's how I felt. My now ex fiancé Tim had been sleeping with my best-friend Tina. My family had turned their back on me a long time ago because I refused to follow their orders. They wanted me to marry someone that they'd picked out for me. I wanted to marry someone I loved. If anything else bad happened then I knew that I wouldn't be able to take it. It would tip me over the edge. But bad things usually come in three's right. Or so I've heard. In case you were wondering my family are an old English family. They believe in standing proud and tall as long as you follow there rules and there orders. You can marry for love if the person you love is either rich or has a title or has a high reputation for something good. Come to think of it I don't think they care that much about good, bad, right or wrong, just as long as you know the right people. My name is Diamante Amethyst Gold Emerald Richey, I know they seriously called me that. I can't change it. Believe me I've tried. I'm 24 years old. I have long strawberry blonde hair, deep green eyes, long slender legs and what Tim called the body of a model. I live in a small apartment in London now. I came home from work early and found Tim and Tina in my bed together. He came up with a number of excuses but I told him to stick it. Then and there in front of them I started packing. I had another friend of mine collect my other things that same day. I felt stupid and alone. I missed cuddling up to Tim in bed and watching films with him, laughing at the screen calling the actors morons, laughing about how my cat Satan could do a better job and he's a cat with only three legs. He got run over when he was a kitten and he had to have one leg removed. I picked Satan up and cuddled him and let all the sadness in me come out. For the first time since I packed my bags and left I let myself cry. Growing up I was always taught that crying is a weakness but I didn't care. The only thing I had left was my cat and a few friends who I might add I rarely saw. It was getting late so I changed for bed into my pyjamas and curled up under the duvet praying for sleep to come. A few minutes later I felt the bed indent and I knew that Satan had jumped up to join me. How he does that with only three legs I don't know, I mean my bed's pretty high up. I turned over and watched Satan as he padded the bed trying to get comfy. He looked at me as if to say what, when I laughed at him. God watching my cat get comfy on my bed. Perhaps Tina was right when she called me a loser and unlovable. God she was supposed to be my friend. I felt my eyes well up and then I burst into tears. I cried for hours it seems but I eventually wore myself out enough that I finally fell into a thankfully dreamless sleep.

I awoke the next day to the sound of my alarm going off at 6:00am.Tuesday my second day of work this week. I got out of bed slowly and carefully forgetting for a moment that Tim wasn't going to be there. I'd thought for a moment as I got up that it had all been a nightmare and that I was just waking up from it, but I was wrong. 

I'm a PA, a personal assistant at DascoTech. My immediate boss is the owner a nice guy in his 50's. He has grey going white hair and he has a bit of a belly on him. He's also a family man. I found myself wishing sometimes that I was part of his family because they all seemed so nice and they all loved each other. They were so different from my family that when I first started working there I was so confused , it took me months to understand the dynamic. My boss's name is Wayne Dasco. What they do here is they design and build planes, ships, trains, cars basically every mode of transport that they can. There isn't a place in London that doesn't have a car or van or, well, anything in it that wasn't designed and made by DascoTech. They'd begun to branch out to other countries and I found myself worrying about all the stress of it all on Wayne. I mean he is 57.  He's not exactly a spring chicken anymore. Then again since I started working here and got to know my boss I was always worrying about him. A trait I'm told by some that I seem to share with all of his family so I'm not alone at least.