Sweet Trouble

Impetuous!-----15

Hey guys!
I know how late this is coming and I am sorry. 2020 hasn't been my best year, and I know that I am not the only one. However, I'd say mine hit me kind of hard and I was in this really low place for so long... So yea... if I had written anything, it would have been bitter and sad and exhausting and wherever terrible things you can think of. 'Cause trust me, I was in a really bad place. Buuutttt,,, you could say I am better now🙂.

I am going to give you'll a snippet from the last chapter in case you'll have forgotten... If it's still doesn't strike up your memory, then feel free to re-read the last chapter ....

Enjoy😉

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"Williams... "

"It's sir to you. I am your..."

"I know very well what you are! You are a self-satisfied, arrogant punk that cares about no one but himself!" I was seething.

After having convinced myself that I don't exactly need this months salary, I am prepared to say anything and everything that has been on my chest for the past three days. I might regret it later but at the moment, I just have to give him a piece of my mind.

"Barbara, don't test me!"

"No Williams! You don't test me!" Surely, you could fry an egg with my face right now.
"I have had it with you and your egoistical behavior! In fact, I resign. I do not want to ever see your face again. Not even at my funeral!"

Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Maybe that was going a bit too far... But I said it. And I can't take it back.

We stared at each other. Long and hard.
I wasn't backing down and he was even more determined to win this.

"Excuse me Sir?"

Prudence!

"Get out." I said through clenched teeth.

"What?" She asked stupidly.

"Get out!" I shouted and jumped at her. Using her as the punching bag I had so longed for.

"Barbara!"

"Don't Barbara me!" I turned on him letting a wailing Prudence run right out of his office in her now askew blouse.
She was always so neat and tidy. Maybe she really deserves to know what it feels like to be unorganized for a little while.

"Barbara, you are going to regret this." Williams gave me his trademark emotionless look. But it didn't reach his eyes. There were about a thousand emotions dancing around in those bluish-gray eyes that I have come to love.

"Oh no Williams. If anything, I am going to relish this! I assure you," I spat.

"Think about this," he tried again. His resolve seemed to get weaker and although I was seething, I was also amazed at the effect I had on him.

"There is nothing to think about." At the rate in which I clench and unclench my fist, I might be at risk of getting paralysis of the phalanx. If that exists.

"How are you going to survive? The home doesn't pay you enough. Do not let your emotions get the best of you Barbara."

I had so much to say.

You know that feeling where you are amidst a cocoon of feelings and a thousand thoughts and you don't know where to start from so you don't even start? Well that was exactly what I felt.

So I shook my head, wiped a tear and walked out of his office.

It was as I stepped into my office or 'cubicle' that I realized that in my frenzy, I had turned it into an absolute mess.

The urge to imitate those movie actors and throw everything off my desk was strong but I would be as heartless as Williams by doing that; because I would just be giving the poor old janitor lady even more work. So I didn't throw everything off my desk.

Instead, I picked up my purse and laptop, since they were the only things I owned among the lot, and I walked, with all my dignity, poise, gracefulness and all that womanly crap, I walked right out of Delucas' company. I had no intentions of looking back.

But we don't know that for sure now, do we?