Pressing Matters

Chapter 16

The longer I work here is the more I think people dislike me, genuinely, especially when they haven't spoken to me out of the work environment. I placed the phone between my shoulder and my ear and listen to the man as I hot down important information.

Information I didn't want because Mr Stoffinski told me to cancel all his scheduled meetings for a week, he is flying out. Instead of them emailing him their concerns and frustrations, they direct it to me. Self control has been my closet friend in recent times and I couldn't be luckier.

" You tell him I said, to reconsider my offer and have this meeting... You know what, do your job for once and convince him how lucrative this could be for us both-" I swear at this point I wanted to just hang up, but I couldn't.

As I sit there apologizing and rescheduling, trying to satisfy everyone, I feel something running from my nose. It itches my skin and I hurriedly grab a dry wipe and catch the clear mucus running from my nose. I am congested once again today, I have to talk loudly and breathe at the same time through my mouth.

" I'll tell you what... A week from now you can call him and complain, bargain to your heart's content, just not today with me Junior. Have a wonderful day." I slam the phone down so hard my glass desk creeks alittle and I freeze up, afraid I might have broke it.

My work phones to ring.

" Yes sir?"

" Come to my office please." I hang up and made my way there. I swipe in and see him around his desk, sorting out files he deems important to travel with this time around. I watch him from a distance, his back is turned to me, his ass firm and-

For the love of God Samella....

" Sir?" I ask and he turns body a bit to nod his head to me, I go closer and stand beside him.

" Your still congested... Did you go by the doctor's office?" He arranged a few of them neatly in the middle of his desk and sweep the rest into a trash bin. I watch him go through his drawers and take out a lighter, flip it open, strike it and drop it in the bin.

" Sir..." I watch the ceiling cautiously as the smoke from the burning papers reach the ceiling, waiting for the alarm to start.

" I turned them off... You didn't answer my question..." He sees that I was watching the ceiling.

" I have been in my office all day, you sort of made sure of that..."

" Well I will soon be out of your hair for a week yes? Or would you like to join me? Just the two of us?" He slowed his pace as he got back behind his desk, holding my gaze, as usual I look away.

I smile for a bit," I still have work to do here, the charity even remember?" I raise my eyebrows and fold my arms before me. It's been two days since the heated session in here, Everytime I happen to want to sit in his couch it comes back.

And of course he notices when I become quiet and withdrawn, it wasn't awkward or anything, infact I think it makes me more comfortable around him. He didn't remind me of it in anyway, verbally, but he looks at me differently.

" I know you would never agree..." I start to feel nauseous all of a sudden, my mouth start to salivate more than normal and I put my hand over my mouth and sprint to his bathroom. I've never used his bathroom before, I stumble in through the door and empty my stomach into the sink.

After a few pukes I start to dry heave, a pair of hands help me to remain upright as I bend over and lean on the counter. My mouth tasted nasty and grimy, I rub my stomach trying to ease the uneasy feeling.

" Rinse your mouth out let's go to the doctor." I obey for once with no questions asked.

" Can you walk or should I carry you?" He actually got in position to carry me but I put my hand up.