"Happy Birthday !"
A high pitched voice had filled the dull space of your cubicle, earning the person who had greeted, a grin from you.
You spun the worn out office chair around and found none other than your best bud, Jackie, an office workaholic junkie, smile down at you from the cubicle wall above.
"So, where's the party at, slick?" Jackie playfully threw you a beautifuly wrapped blue box. You gave the little object a light shake to which you were able to recognize its contents immediately.
"I know. Don't tell me. You like it already, don't you? "Jackie enthusiasticly told you as she smacked her blood red lips. She apparantly had a thing for vampiric novelty items, which included a whole line of red lipstick variants to her make-up collection. Shady and grungy colors were the theme of her everyday syle. She was the definition of pure chic itself-- with an edgy twist. Although you never really understood why, you didn't question her likes anymore and she did the same for you.
"How could I not?" You spun yourself around placed the gift on top of your desk, letting the blue box land with a light 'thump'.
Jackie eyed you suspiciouly. A look that didn't go well with his cheerful attitude.
"Aw, now you're being sarcastic, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not."
"Okay, fine. You're not being sarcastic then."
I nodded before piling the remaining stack of document on the desk. "Nope. Absolutely not."
Jackie grunted in frustration. There was no way she was ever going to win an argument match between the two of you. "That's it. I'll let this one slide."
"Thank goodness." You said as you let out a sigh of relief.
"Only because it's your birthday."
You rolled your eyes at her before crossing your arms on your chest. "Everyday's my birthday."
Jackie squinted her green eyes at you. "The last time I checked, birth certificates didn't work that way."
"Well the should consider the idea since the hell I go through this heap of crap isn't easy to deal with." You jerked your head to the direction where massive piles of documents lay untouched, only waiting to be done.
Jackie followed your gaze as she gave a long and low whistle. A slow grin started to show on her face. "Touché."
"Thanks."
"So we'll just grab some fancy booze and party at your place then? And by party, I mean, watching some chick flick with some hot lead actor in it as we drink ourselves into oblivion and in frustration, right?"
You wondered just how far she could go talking without even worrying how to ever breathe again. Such a thing was a mystery.
"Yes ma'am, that's the plan."
"Well boo. That's lame as hell."
You rolled your eyes as her again and wondered if your eyes would fall off the next you'd do it again. "Says the person who does it with me every year."
"Only because you're my best friend and I love you, plus, you let me crash at your place whenever I run into problems."
You snickered. "Those problems wouldn't have happened if you kept yourself from sleeping with every guy you want to lay your hands on."
Jackie feigned a shocked expression at you but you knew she was hardly affected by it.
"I do not ! It has only been Michael, Angelo, Damian, Todd..." Jackie started to count and name but was lost halfway through it. "Okay fine, but I make sure that they're always clean." She finished as she flailed her arms up in your feat. You laughed.
"Talking about my fucked up sex life makes you happy, doesn't it ?"
You cupped your mouth as you tried to contain another laugh. "A little."
"You know, I feel sorry for you. Why don't you try something new for your birthday ? Just hook up with some random guy already. Your vajayjay isn't just some decoration for display purposes, you know."
Your eyes widened at her choice of words so you threw her the closest thing you could grab onto. Apparently it only took a pad of sticky notes to shut her up.
In a low tone of voice you whispered, "What the hell? Are you trying to get me in trouble? If anyone here finds out that I'm still a virgin--" You stopped as you heard someone clear his throat behind you. You eyed Jackie to which she could only reply with a muted, 'oh shit''.
"Laters." Jackie was faster than Usain Bolt when it came to dodging situations like this.
For the second time, you spun your chair around, hoping that the division head hadn't caught you chatting and slacking again. You started to sweat bullets when you realized it wasn't the man you expected him to be, hell, it was worse.
Standing before you was none other than the Chief Operating Officer of the company you were currently working in. Given with the way he was looking at you differently, his eerie silence made you swallow the thick lump forming in your throat.
Startled, you started to utter some words that only came out as muffled squeaks. "M-Mr. Hiddleston ! I'm sorry hadn't seen yo--"
"Miss _________. I'd like you to report to my office now to discuss some matters with you." The man before you appeared to be colder than ice. His brow twitched in annoyance when failed to deliver a reply immediately.
You swallowed the lump again. You felt your heartrate grow erratic.
"Y-Yes Sir! Right away Mr. Hiddleston!" You quickly jumped onto your feet and began to straighten yourself out. Remembering that you had worn a half-ironed skirt today because you were already too late to work to even bother remembering, you just wished that things would go well today.
You followed suit after him all the while some of your nosy co-workers eyes were transfixed on you, wondering what juicy scandal you've gotten yourself into right now. You passed by Jackie's cubicle and found her giving you a sympathetic look before mouthing you sheepish 'sorry'.
You gave her an unconvincing smile, telling her that it was all okay. You chanted a mantra throughout the whole duration of the walk. Telling yourself that it was all going to be okay.
At least you hoped it would be.
