Another bad day

Marissa's point of view 

The alarm clock rang for the millionth time, giving me a splitting headache. I got frustrated by it, grabbed it, and threw it against the wall. It shattered on impact, but I couldn't care less. I just wanted a peaceful sleep. But it seems the universe had other plans as my phone started ringing. Groaning, I stretched my hand to the nightstand and picked up my phone. I answered it without looking at the caller ID. 

“Hello,” I said grudgingly.

“Marissa, it's Monica. You're so late. Why aren't you here by this time? Mr. Morgan has been waiting at the airport for a while now, but you're nowhere to be found. 

Shoot! I jolted up from the bed. The presentation. My eyes flung at the wall clock. Oh boy! I was already 10 minutes late. Not exactly late for the meeting because it was not going to start for another 2 hours, but I should have been at work by now. Our CEO’s son is returning to the country today, and I have been assigned to pick him up and ensure he is properly settled in. I've never seen him, but the rumors about him were enough to scare me. He is rumored to be very cold and ruthless. 

"His flight took off early, so he landed an hour ago. We've been trying to reach you since then. Monica continued, but I interrupted. 

“Thank you, Monica; I'll see you soon,” I said, and ended the call.

I sprinted to the bathroom and threw some clothes on. I was still hungover from drinking excessively last night, but that is the least of my concerns now. I worry about not getting fired. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and sprinted outside to my car. I drove off in haste. 

I got to the airport 15 minutes later, and found out that Mr. Morgan had already left. He must have called another driver after I kept him waiting for a whole hour. Great, I'm dead. 

I reversed the car and drove to the company. 

I honked several times when I got to the company's gate. No one responded.

I got so angry and got out of my car.

“Stupid security men," I murmured as I went to open the gate myself.

Someone held my hand, stopping me from opening the gate. I looked up, and it was the chief of security.

“Good morning Mr Evans, I have been honking, no one is here to open the gate. You should caution your men,” I said.

"I'm sorry ma, you can't come in”, Mr Evans replied.

“What? Why? I'm in no time for a joke, Mr Evans. I really need to go inside, I need to apologize to the boss's son.”

“Have this," Mr Evans said, handing me a letter.

"What's this?" I asked, eyeing the envelope.

I opened it and my heart practically stopped beating.

“A sack letter!” I screamed. Who could have done this? “Please sir, let me go in and explain myself, I'm sure I can solve this,” I pleaded.

“I'm sorry ma, the order came from the new CEO.”

“New CEO?” I asked.

“Who is that? Wait, don't tell me the boss's son is the new CEO," I asked, half scared and worried.

Mr Evans nodded and handed me a box. “Monica cleared your desk for you”, Mr said.

This is real. I have lost two important things in less than 48 hours.

I felt worthless and all alone. Where do I start from? How do I survive with no money, no job, no boyfriend?

The tears began to pour and I couldn't control it.

Shouldn't he at least hear me out? Don't I deserve a second chance? He must really be cruel, as the rumors say, he is so unlike his father, Mr Thornhill would never have acted this way.

I took off my glasses and threw them on the side of my car, placing my head on the steering wheel. I allowed my tears to fall for a while. A few minutes later, my stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't had a decent meal in a while. I decided to go grab a bite and hopped into the car. 

“But guess what?” I ended up at the bar instead of a restaurant. Yeah, in a bar, you read right...

Okay, I drove to a restaurant Tom and I frequented. I regretted my decision even more when I spotted Tom and his friend walking out of the restaurant laughing at something. The betrayal stung. We broke up just yesterday. 

“Marrissa,” he called, coming close to me.I walked back to my car as quickly as I could.  

I felt teary, but I had promised myself that night not to shed a single tear for Tom. 

So I ended up driving to a bar and drinking myself into a stupor for the second day in a row.