His Nineteenth Secretary [✔]

Fourteen

It was after the lunch break he called me into his office for the fourth time that day.

"Sir," I walked towards his desk with irregular steps, quite uncomfortable with the way the oversized stilettoes I had on were pushing my feet forward. He wasn't looking up, so I didn't put in any effort to compose myself the way I had been doing since that morning.

I got the stilettoes the last time Alicia and I went shopping. She warned me against buying them since they were oversize but I couldn't get my eyes off the pretty stilettoes and had later gotten them saying I should be able to manage walking in them.

"I need you to do something for me." He looked up from what he was doing, the grim look he had on since he got to work that morning still on. I could tell someone must have done something to upset him but as far as I was concerned I wasn't the one who got him upset.

On the table were magazines and folders opened before him. I made to walk closer, so I could take a closer look but just as I took a step, then another, my oversize stilettoes got in the way. I got off balance immediately, that which sent me lurching forward. In dire minute, I quickly held unto the edge of his table to prevent myself from falling.

This ended up to be a disaster, in which my action sent all the arranged files on his table shattering unto the floor as my arm brushed past them. I was able to save myself from falling but not the files. His head shot up from the folders before him that instance, eyes dark with intense anger.

"What was that about? Are you an idiot? Why are you so clumsy and stupid?" He furiously yelled, greatly irked. His sudden outburst rendered me speechless and rooted to the ground which I didn't even realize until he yelled at me again.

"What are you doing, you want to leave them lying on the floor forever?" He bellowed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." I jerked into action, gathering the files and arranging them back on his table but I was far beyond hurt by the insult because if at all getting pretty oversized stilettoes was my fault, should I have allowed them to make me lose a tooth or even more.

Throughout that day I wasn't in a good mood and the fact that he was the reason why I was in a bad mood got me even angrier.

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I got home early from work that day and would have gone to visit Alicia if she hadn't traveled. She had gone on a business trip with her boss to Hawaii since Monday and I was missing her already.

In the midst of listening to the loud music that was booming and erupting from my phone, my mind drifted off to what happened at work as I continued to prepare my favorite meal which I didn't think I would have an appetite to eat when it's done. I still couldn't believe I took out my anger on Avery at the cafeteria at work.

It was all her fault though, she was disturbing me with silly questions in the cafeteria and was deliberately talking out loud so others could hear. I didn't miss the way her friends from where they were seated were giggling like sick ducklings as they watch us. She asked me why I was in a bad mood with fake concern and asked if I had been hit by another flower vase by Madison, the only part she whispered close to my ear.

I actually yelled at her and called her an hypocrite, she left the cafeteria shedding fake tears which I knew was to gain herself undeserved sympathy and the others in the cafeteria looked at me with disbelief and disgust as if I was the bad one after she left.

I almost suffered an indigestion from the way they were staring at me as I ate.

The sharp pain I felt made me get my mind back to what I was doing, which was too late. The knife already made a deep cut in my finger, as blood was beginning to form and now forcing its way out of the cut.

"Shit! shit! shit!" I quickly rushed over to the sink to wash the blood off. I was still trying to wash the blood off when my phone started ringing. I rushed over to see who was calling. It was my boss.

I picked up my phone and rushed over back to the sink, again, to wash off the blood that was still rushing out of the cut. Just as I turned on the faucet and tried to pick the call at the same time, it slipped from my hand and fell into the sink but as it turned out, I wasn't quick enough to get it out before the running water got into it.

I rushed over to the gas cooker as well to turn it off, as the smell of burnt food filled the air. Forgetting about the cut, I ran out of the kitchen to dry my phone.

I was busy with cleaning the kitchen when I felt my body giving the monthly sign. I found out it was my period. That was no problem, the problem was, not have a single sanitary pad at home.

I cleaned the kitchen as fast as I could, changed into a new set of clothes before heading out to get new packs of sanitary pad.

After locking the door, I turned away from the door to start going and there was the hooded guy again in a deep blue jean trousers, navy blue face cap and a black hoodie, the hood was over the face cap. With the face cap concealing half of his face, it was hard to really know what his face looked like from where I was.

He turned to leave, knowing that he had been seen and that moment, not scared of whether he might hurt me or even kill me and filled with courage, I was going after him, bent on confronting him.

"Hey!" I yelled. I continued to take quick steps towards him, almost running at a point. His pace quickened as well but when he saw that I was getting closer, he aimed to run which instead sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" I ran over to where he was.

On getting to where he was, I couldn't believe the face of the person that I was seeing. It was definitely my eyes playing tricks on me.