--Thoughts & Feelings--
I was awoken by my phone ringing with a high pitched shrill.
I rolled over and grabbed it drowsily.
"Mmm?" I answer.
"Lizzie Knight?" A powerful voice questioned down the line.
"Yeah? Who's this?" I ask, trying to sit up.
I hear a chuckle. "Frank Paulson, you left a message about your... predicament?"
My eyes widen, and I leap off the bed, bounding around.
"Hello! Oh, thank you! Thank you for calling back so quickly!" I rush out, begging for answers.
"Right, Lizzie. I would prefer to discuss this matter in person? Are you free at some point today? From my records, you are located in Nottinghamshire?"
God, he's formal!
"Yes, yes I am. I live just outside of Newark."
Our conversation ends after we decide on a cafe in town at 4pm.
I am on edge all day!
I have a half day at work today as Mr Fray leaves for a business trip to Vancouver at 11.30am.
Just another bonus.
I rush off to the bathroom, shower under almost scalding rivets of water, before drying off. I brush my teeth and start to do my make over routine.
After drying, I style my hair neatly in a French plait. I rub on some foundation, apply my eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, and place some lip balm on my dry, cracked lips.
I slip on my tight fitting black pencil skirt, frilly lilac shirt, and heeled court shoes.
I grab my work jacket and handbag, picking up an apple and rushing out the door like I do everyday.
I check my watch as I wait for the bus. 8:10... If this bus doesn't turn up soon, I'm going to be late!
Damn public transport!
~*~
Well, work is boring. I arrive just in the nick of time at 8:57! Three minutes before my clock-in time.
Thank baby Jesus I wasn't late as Mr Fray was in a royally bad mood. His head was up his ass!
What's wrong with him?
I make his coffee SEVEN fucking times before he accepts it.
"That is too sweet!"
"That's too bitter!"
"Eurgh, where's the coffee?"
"Too much coffee!"
"It's cold!"
I bite my tongue each time he snaps at me. I have to or I lose my job.
I can't lose my job or I end up homeless!
Finally, Mr Fray leaves, still huffing and bitching about the world and all the people in it.
I feel relieved as I watch his taxi depart from in front of the building.
"Finally!" I breathe and grab my jacket and bag, and clock out before rushing into town.
Grabbing a sandwich from the shop, I sit on a bench and scoff my face, totally ignoring the disgusted and appalled looks from people walking by.
I'm hungry! Get over it!
I clean my face with a napkin, before heading off to the shopping centre. I need some new work clothes, and maybe an outfit or two for these various dates I keep getting asked out on.
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