YOU REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

chapter.four

chapter.four

Ed Sheeran - ginger God or just plain annoying? Thinking out loud.

Beca quickly typed and posted the tweet as she walked into Decibel Monday morning. She smiled as the responding dings came through. Her legs brought her automatically to her desk as she busily read through the replies.

"Beca!"

Beca nearly dropped her phone.

"Jesus, Noah!" she scolded. Her boss was standing in front of her, hands on hips' looking decidedly not amused. Beca quickly slid her phone into her pocket.

"Why do you look so angry?" Beca scowled. "I am not even late today."

Noah harrumphed loudly. "Care to explain this?"

"Explain what?" she said.

"This!"

Noah stepped aside, sweeping his arm over Beca's desk. And she nearly choked.

Because it was covered with flowers. Of varying shape, size and colour? Tall ones, short ones, red ones, blue ones. And sunflowers. And orchids. Some sort of leafy fern thing. And is that a cactus? Beca looked at the horror which was her desk, getting more confused by the minute.

"Beca Mitchell? Delivery for Beca Mitchell?"

Beca turned slowly on her heels, almost afraid to look. A delivery man was standing at the doorway with the largest bunch of balloons known to man. Honestly, the bunch of balloons could audition for UP. Beca nodded weakly and the man came over, thrusting his delivery gadget over to her.

"Sign here please."

She signed.

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

Beca reluctantly took the balloons handed over to her and turned back to her desk. Noah looked like he was about to explode.

"What the hell, Mitchell? Tina had to spend the whole morning signing for all your deliveries," Noah began. "And let's not get started on Jim! He could hardly worked with all that sneezing."
Beca looked over to Jim who was sitting as far away from her desk as possible, eyes red and streaming. "Allergies," he whimpered before going into an almighty sneeze.

"I dunno!" Beca said crossly, letting go of the balloons which floated up to the ceiling. She pushed aside two floral arrangements and fired up her Mac.

"What does the message say? Does it not say who it's from?" Noah asked.

Beca took a card out, read it and immediately crumpled it. There was no name. Just a one word message. And it was repeated for all the others. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Ok, the cactus had a different one. It said I'm a prick. I'm sorry. Beca would have laughed if she had not been so pissed off

"Don't worry. I'll get rid of all these," she said, opening up her email. Beca nearly swore out loud. What? How many emails? Besides the usual work ones, one address kept repeating itself. She scrolled down and counted at least ten. All from jswanson@harris.com.

"Beca, are you in some sort of trouble?" Noah was now saying, a little gently this time. He was looking down at her, worriedly. "Have you been writing to prison inmates again?"

"That was just that one time, Noah. And it was research," Beca groaned. She immediately select the emails and pressed delete without opening them. Beca looked up solemnly at her editor and said, without hesitation." Don't worry, Noah, I've got this."

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Chloe Beale was a little worried about her room mate. The redhead dance teacher was standing by the barre, watching her students working through their routine but her mind kept jumping back to Beca. Friday night was a little strange. She had received texts from Stacie, Amy and CR all night long and had been a little giddy with excitement.