in another life

I resume boredom.

I went on to join what I described as my version of Heaven.

I made friends with all those crazy people in my new office in just a couple of days. I couldn't believe my luck. There I was demoted to one of the troublesome departments and there I was again, working with much less troubles!

And the best part? We could take a half-day leave on Fridays! Isn't that cool? Woo how I admire the boss!

I had my seat next to the Deputy-Taxation-dept-manager Emma Storm. Well she's just a crazy dolphin by the way. Looks sophisticated, acts idiotic. Gets drunk to the core and talks rubbish. Infront of her boss. About him.

One thing I hated was that I had my seat that was quite open for the world to see. I had no special cubicle. People would walk in, ask all their queries to me and I'd have to direct them to the concerned staff although my job wasn't related to that. I was a freaking senior tax assistant. Not a receptionist.

Whoever went by outside the office could see what I was doing all the time. I guess that was to check if I'm working at all. I used to get bored at times, but I swear I never made a mistake of cheating anyone..or being a traitor... If only I hadn't passed out that night.......

I was lost in my dreams again.

Emma had a client now. He might have approached me first but since I was daydreaming, he might have considered that a wasteful option. Technically was 'The Guy' true? Oh no. I AM NOT JUNK.

The sound seemed familiar. Harsh yet subtle. I was tempted to look that way. Damn. I attempted to turn away. But he caught me red handed. Oh, no one, it was just 'The Guy'.

I was tempted to look at him again. This time he didn't see me doing that I guess. I had fair time to check how he looked. Well yes, he was gorgeous. Hazel brown eyes, that gleamed along with that slight smirk on his face, slightly bushy eyebrows (that instantly puts me on) and ofcourse, an ID card around his neck (I love decorous people, although I'm not one that hardcore). He didn't look like anyone you'd try messing with. But he spoke friendly, yet he had a badass aura around him.

I prayed he wouldn't know I was stalking him.

But wait? Wasn't that 'The Guy' I was supposed to hate? Ugh. Charlotte, you should learn to be consistent with your thoughts, you fool.

I instantly turned away & looked into my laptop, as if I was typing something, but there was a shadow coming towards me.
Okay, he's coming to ask me things.
Or maybe scold. Or maybe to tell me that I should be minding my own business.

I heard none of them.

Instead the shadow lingered on for a moment. He then leaned over my table, took a box of tissue and left.

I sighed. Thank God. Spared me this time.

But why was I even scared? He took away my post and I'm supposed to be angry. Super-angry.

Charlotte Hughes! What are you even doing?

Yet, I was quite deft to notice his ID card, when he leaned over, so I don't technically think that was a bad thing he did.
Else, I would have had to go around asking Emma for his name, that would make me seem desperate. Hell no. Or yes?

Well, 'Nicholas Brown', it read.