"I want you" my heart beats loudly in my chest at his sudden confession. What? Why? He tilt his head, I can feel his breathing on my ear as he speaks " badly". My eyes goes wide. I tried to speak but he puts his index finger on lips to stop me. I am...
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Maya Ercel
I was sitting, trying to control my urge to give Tanya a superman punch. Roman Reigns is always favorite.
I was throwing murderous glares at my bestie and she.....well, she was hiding. Are you surprised?
Sometimes, behind files.
Sometimes, under the table.
Sometimes......well, leave it.
She even turned her chair and her back was in my front. I started to think that in how many ways, I can kill my best friend.
1). Choke her till her death.
Na, that's easy.
2). Give her poisonous coffee.
Way to simple.
3). Stabbing numerous times.
No, it will take much hard work and my hands and clothes will get dirty.
4). Car Accident...
I need a car then. It will be costly death. Nope, nope, bad idea.
5). Throw her in river.
Noooo! She knows swimming. Cancel it too.
6). Throw her from a 70 storey building.
Yes! That's good. It will give hundred percent result and I don't even need to own the building for it. Perfect.
But then, how would I know what volcanic thing she told to others about me. Fuck! Cancel all murder plans.
Now, start to think about torturous plans. Focus.
I was too deep in my thoughts that I didn't noticed chicken was coming to me with intention to bite my ears.
*Ahem*
I will force her to drink vinegar.
*Ahem*
Or I should feed her extra- extra, extra- extra burned food.
*Ahem*
Or if nothing works, I'll cut her hairs for her deeds.
"MAYA!!"
"Yes Sir!" I said while straightening my position and looking at the stack of files in his hands. He put or should I say threw all files on my table with a thud.
"Complete them." With that, he left. On my part, I was staring at the files. Trying to burn them with my furious glare. No. Nothing happened to those files.
I released a heavy breath after he went. Looking at those files, I felt a sudden urge to have a drink. Let's settle with coffee for now.
I went near coffee machine to have a strong, light sugar coffee for myself. There was a proper room for coffee machine. Of course, our employer didn't want his employees to create mess in office for coffee. That's why there was a proper space. The floor was in dark brown color and walls were in creamy color. Like butterscotch ice- cream.
