I'm No Cinderella

Chapter 9

                The next day at work, I could barely sit still, waiting for Ryan to get to work. I couldn’t stop thinking about him at all the whole day. When did we change from being enemies to friends? I mean, I didn’t know whether I was his enemy or not, but he definitely was mine. I know I hated him when he started working here, but when did that feelings change? When did I start longing to see his face?

                I kept my office door open, because I know that he will pass it by when he walks to his office. Every time someone passes by I would look up, hoping it was him. I could barely pay attention to the manuscript in front of me. I had a file ready beside me, so that as soon as he enters I will have a reason to go into his office and talk to him.

                It was almost nine in the morning when he came in, although he didn’t even look in my office to see if I was in there. I was almost starting to think I had imagined whatever that happened last night. Maybe I did. Well, there was only one way to find out.

                I took the pink file on my desk and walked purposefully into Ryan’s office. He never looked up at me when I entered. Feeling a bit flummoxed, I stood in front of his desk and cleared my throat. He looked up at me and without even a greeting, turned away and looked at his computer.

                “Morning, Ryan,” I said as he grunted a reply. This is not a good sign. This probably shows that I hallucinated him last night, “How was dinner yesterday?”

                “It was alright,” he said, somewhat nonchalantly. Well, I definitely did not imagine him being there, but why is he practically ignoring me now when he was practically ogling at me yesterday?

                “What are you here for, Sam?” he asked me, as I looked at him weirdly. Why is he being so snappish at me? Did I do something wrong to him?

                “I just wanted to pass you this file,” I said softly. I need to bury my head in a hole and cry. I got too high up on my head thinking someone like him would even give me a second chance and now the realization that he doesn’t hits me like a million hailstones.

                “What file is that?”

                “Err, remember the other day you asked me to make a copy of the financial schedule?” I asked as he nodded his head, “I’ve placed it in this file for you.”

                “Just leave it there,” he said as I placed it on the desk and quickly left the office. I am so stupid. I was so dim-witted that I can even imagine he’d even think of me as someone that he could fancy. I was definitely delusional. As I sat in my office, my tears threatened to fall, just like every time my heart gets broken, but this time I held it in. I will not cry. I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry for any guys after my last relationship and I’m keeping up to that resolution.

                Fine, Mr. Lion, if that’s how you want to play the game, I’d play the same way too. Did you think that I’m like all other girls around that are desperate for your attention? I don’t even give a damn about you and your stuck up attitude. You play with fire, it will definitely burn you and in this case, I’m the fire.

                Feeling like I’ve made myself stronger, I continued proof-reading my manuscript and I didn’t even bother to look up and see whether the lion was passing by my office or not. After lunch, Mr. Robinson came in to my office to find me as there would be a book promotion for one of our new author, Holly Stone who wrote a book on spiritual bliss. As usual, when a new book is published, we will hold a launching ceremony where the most distinguished people in the publishing field and authors are invited as the new author talk about their book. It’s a boring sort of party and I always snooze halfway through it.