Unholy Obsession

Chapter 17; The therapist

Hannah's POV

At times I wished I had a closed door office like Vincent. Since this morning, I had been getting all sorts of stares at my office cubicle—good ones and bad ones. Oh, and there was the occasional whispers that roamed whenever a group of colleagues passed me. I rolled my eyes. This had to be normal in workspaces like this. When people got bored with their lives, they decided to focus on others. This should bother me but I had something better in my hands.

My phone kept pinging, my brain flushing with a rush of dopamine at the unreal  scale of engagements I had been getting at my Picitok account. Just yesterday, I had 500 followers and today, I was clocking in 50k. The pings were literally what woke me up this morning. More importantly, my book binding business was booming. I had received orders worth over twenty thousand dollars and it would take me approximately one month to go through all of them. I had gone from no orders to having so much that people had to be put on a waiting list.

Life was indeed crazy. The stack of paperwork on my desk brought me back to reality. I still had a shit ton of work to do. Book con was getting closer and Vincent and I had been working together to ensure the ten thousand  authors under our publishing house all got the best possible day. 

"Shit," I muttered, glancing at my phone. 

Ashley; Girl you're blowing up!

Ashley's message popped on the top of my notifications. I grinned. 

Ashley;  We've gotta party at Sinners tonight!

I chuckled. Ashley looked for the slightest reason to go clubbing. I had to give her props though. She hadn't gone clubbing in a week because of her exams and today's event seemed to be something worth celebrating.

Me; Great. Drinks are on me.

Ashley; Yes!

Footsteps filtered through the air. My brows raised at the sight of Rose and of course, the one and only Janice. The latter had bronze skin and curls packed into a ponytails. She was the kind of girl who had innocence over their face and would make you lose your guard around them. Then that would lead you to tell them about yourself. In mere hours, your story would be around in every group chat. So I was always careful about what I said when she was around. The worst thing I could do now was to reveal my new found success. I wouldn't want the evil eye on me. That shit existed for real.

"Hey Rose," I said, opening a file.

"Hey girl." She raised a brow. "You know office hours are over."

"Mhm, I still have a lot to do."

"You could ways finish it tomorrow," Janice pitched in.

Rose tucked a curtain of golden hair behind her ear. "I agree with Janice. You work so hard and never ever go on our group outings. That's like a violation."

"For real." She fist bumped Janice.

I mean, they weren't wrong. Working for Vincent had its pros. Good dick, good money and an unlimited supply of books. What more could a girl ask for? However, it had its cons. I usually left here five hours after everyone had vacated. Considering I was in the spirit of celebration, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go with them.

"Alright." I settled the files in a corner. "What do you have in mind?"

"There's this nice jellof rice place around the corner. Top notch food."

"Her ex boyfriend put her on it and ever since, she's been hooked," Janice revealed. "If you don't know what Jellof rice is, Hannah, it's like this west African—"