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"I know my worth. I embrace my power. I say if I'm beautiful. I say if I'm strong. You will not determine my story. I will."
Amy Schumer
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Metisha
"Mrs. Marshmallows!" I exclaim as I turn around only to be confronted by my one and only P.A.
She smiles and slowly walks towards me. Immediately, I take some steps back.
Ironic, right?
Just a few minutes ago, I had walked towards Wisdom while she stepped back.
Well, look at me now.
Thankfully, Mrs. Marshmallows stops walking towards me but she keeps on smiling in a way that creeps me out.
Seriously, I should have thought twice before employing a woman with a smile so creepy and a name like that.
Slowly, again, like as if she's got all the time in the world, she reaches into her suit pocket and for a second, I actually thought she was going to bring out a knife or a gun or any other thing that's capable of taking a person's life.
But since I am Jesus Christ's beloved daughter, the only thing that comes back from the journey of Mrs. Marshmallow's hands into her pocket is my very own cellphone!
Somebody shout a thunderous hallelujah!
She looks up at me, still smiling and says, "You left this on one of the sewing machines earlier. I came to give it to you."
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In my head, I count one to ten so as to:
One: Avoid almost committing murder for the second time today.
Two: Get my heart to beat at a normal rate cause I swear, it's been going on a marathon ever since I heard the footsteps.
Now I'm ready to confront this mystery in human form called Mrs. Marshmallows. "So, that's why you followed me for good five minutes. Do you even know how scared I was?"
"I am sorry ma'am. I meant no harm."
Just what is with everyone and meaning no harm today?
"However, Miss Thompson, remember you once told me that you hate people running after you." Whatever she's about to say seems funny, to her at least, because she starts giggling. "According to you, it makes you feel like something bad had happened."
Bewildered, I just stare at her. I swear she's enjoying this and I am no fool to believe the trash that just came through her lips.
Then, I remember.
"I turned around at one point in time but didn't see anyone." Something occurrs to me and I narrow my eyes at her. "Mrs. Marshmallows, were you hiding?"
"Hiding?" She starts to laugh but stops on seeing the serious expression on my face. "Of course not, Miss Thompson. I definitely wasn't hiding." Her face suddenly lit up like as if she just remembered something. "Oh! That was when I stepped into the storage to tell Sarah not to forget to lock up the storage when she's done as she forgot last week, I was the one who later locked it with the spare key I had."
Oh, guess who's being overdramatic?
Me!
"Uh, Miss Thompson?"
"What is it, Mrs. Marshmallows?" I ask, still angry at the fact that she scared me.
"You know," She pauses and from the look on her face, I could tell she was debating whether to say what she is about to or not. I could also see from her facial expression that she chooses the former. "I once read in a magazine that when people, women to be precise, don't have a man in their life when they reach thirty-six, like you, I read that they usually get scared and irritated by simple things, such as this."
I glare at her.
"It was written in the magazine like that," she adds, as if to assure herself she made no mistake by just practically insulting me.
I am about to give her a response that would have surely left one part of her brain scarred for the rest of her life when my cellphone, which is still in her hands, by the way, rings.
I snatch it from her and give her a look that says 'I am coming back for you' before walking towards my office.
In my anger, I don't check the caller ID before picking up. If I had, I sure as hell wouldn't have brought it that close to my ear, so as to protect my precious eardrums from Miss Always Chirpy a.k.a The one and only actress who kills, figuratively, may I add, movie directors with her puppy dog face a.k.a Margot Johns.
"Hey Sugar!" she calls in that voice of hers that always makes it seem like she's yelling at you.
"Hey, Milkshake!" I respond, my voice coming out as chirpy as hers. That girl's happy mood is just infectious.
"Milkshake?" Miss Happiness on legs laughs.
I grin widely. "So, what's up?"
"Just checking to see if you would be available this evening."
"What's happening in the evening?" I ask, opening the door that leads into my office.
"You will know when you and Jules come over to my place." I notice something in her voice I couldn't quite place when she mentioned Jules' name.
"So, Jules is coming too, huh?" I ask in a teasing voice as I settle down in my swivel chair. "Just say you miss us both and want us to come over."
She chuckles at that.
"Alright then, see you in the evening."
"Yeah, see you then, love," she says and hangs up.
I place my cellphone on the table and am about to bring out my sketchbook when I remember that I am yet to give that mouthy little bitch a piece of my mind.
I stand up and go out of my office, letting the door close with a deafening slam.
I am definitely coming for you, Mrs. Marshmallows.
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