"Woo-hoo!" I jolted at the pop that rang into the air the instant I stepped foot in my sober New-York apartment. Stood at the center of the room was the figure of a bubbly Tara, hand holding onto a bottle of wine, the other, fetching a glass cup from a desk at the corner. "Congratulations!" She squealed those words so hard, I feared the neighbors would come banging at our door. My eyes only remained peering blankly at her, watching the dance she had put up, with her petite form skipping here to there, and soon coming to pull me in her embrace. "How did you know?" The words left my lips at once. "You texted me. Remember?" She followed, pulling up her cell, with a text from me, flashing boldly on the screen. Of course, I did. After searching for whom to vent to, telling them how I stupidly had gone on with an act, that was out for my sanity. "You're an employee at Holden Inc." Her voice was filled with much joy, eyes beaming on at my form. "That's massive, Jane!" "Is it now?"
My figure dashed past the connecting street to the busy road ahead, figure hurrying to that large building, which drew nearer at each second that went by. It was moments like this that had me wishing I owned a car. Not for the beauty, nor for the glory, but the fact that I could ram into that odd-sized vehicle that was close to brushing past my agitated form. The driver had zoomed off, not even daring to spare a glance at my startled profile. How distressed the tires appeared, whooshing away, while the car hurried on. But save the curses for another day, dear people. For I was thirty minutes late. Thirty minutes late to a place I just had been hired at. Hair flying with the wind, I couldn't help but catch onto the stares the security guards sent my way. Their eyes followed my figure proceeding into the area. "Is everything alright, Miss?" One had been so kind to enquire, but there wasn't any time for discussion. I was forced to give a smile at the all-kind Mister, form soon da
"He broke up with me, Jane"My eyes beheld the sad ones of my friend, which usually would be housing lots of happiness, but otherwise it was, on a cold Friday night as this" "A relationship we had managed to build for five years, and he heartlessly cut it off" She gave a smile, yet, on her cheeks, were tears streaming down. "Five years, Jane!" "Five years of me planning what the future would hold for the both of us" "Five years of me working for what would eventually come to crash" "T-" My voice was soft, hoping it would do enough getting her to a calm, but her wails only broke out into my ears, shoulders trembling, while the tears poured out her eyes. "Come on, T" "Don't let this ruin you" "Well, it already has" She chuckled."I am left with nothing but memories of a person whom I so bore myself to" "I am left with cracked pieces, Jane" Her voice wavered. "Don't say that" I pulled her body to mine, hands patting her back. "You can't let this break you, Tara" "Remember how
"A strip club, Tara" My arms were folded across my chest, eyes peering back into the influencing ones of my friend. "For what reason are we at a strip club?" My words only caused her grin growing even wider, hands nudging mine. "To have fun!" Followed her voice. "Come on, Jane.......Who was just telling me to make merry, and not let the worries get to me?" She added, with that look of hers which would only resort to me giving in. "I don't remember telling you that" "Oh, let's join in on the fun" She squealed, and in a minute, she had gone on pulling my reluctant form with her, our figures making way through the crowd of wasted people. "Tara" What did I bring myself into? "Slow down, Tara" My voice trailed after her departing figure, but in a moment, we had lost hold of each other, and all I was left with was the swaying number of bodies coming before me. "Helloooooo" I beheld the grin of the man stood away, his eyes ravaging every part of me. I wasn't given a notice to pus
"Mr. Holden would like to see you" I froze at the utterance, eyes beholding the form of Adalynn, who had now made her way into the space of my office. "Sorry?" My eyes blinked at her, like that would make it any easier deciphering the words. "Mr Holden would like to see you" She called, yet again. "And if I were you.......She drew even nearer, eyes holding onto mine. "I wouldn't be a minute late" Of course, I was used to being late. That sure was her impression of me. "And get this office to a better state" She called, face scrunched up. "Even rats would reject living here" The scowl followed, right before her figure walked out of the modest, yet comfortable area, I had grown to adapt to. Excuse me? Whoever did this gruff lady think she is? Was that some sort of show of authority out here? Yes, she might be the secretary to the company's director, but did that give her any right to ordering me around? There were departments here. Every department different from the other. Re
My form waddled into the large room acting as a conference hall, eyes taking the number of figures scattered around the area, their forms surrounding the black, glossy oval table centered in the space.Their voices poured out, each one engaging in a discussion with another. I had been here for at least enough time to get acquainted, yet I felt a stranger. Perhaps, I was. No one bothered sparing my incoming form a glance. For all they cared, I was the company's new marketer. "Oh, come on people. It's just a minor issue" A voice called from beside the chair I had pushed my form into, with the profile of a middle-aged lady coming into view. "Perhaps it is only to address the new arrivals" Her gaze spun to me at once, a smile lighting up her red-stained lips. "I'm Greta" "You must be, Janet" I scrunched up my face at the whisk of Onions that blew past my nose, with nostrils taking a pause at the pungent smell. "Oh, it's Chinese" She smiled. "They have one of the best food in the
I lost every containment in me, as my own hands went pushing open the door, figure soon proceeding into that spacious area. Sat away, was the figure on the rewinding chair, back turned to the entrance, he had soon spun around at my walk-in, so his profile would behold mine. At the hold of that gaze, my chest burned, head bent low, while those eyes scanned my figure. "To what do I owe this, Miss Parker" He didn't seem much concerned about the occurrence in the previous meeting, instead, on his face sat a calm expression. "I think your decisions are unfair" I let out in a tone that was pushed by rounds of frustration, anger, exasperation and adamancy. "I thought we had all that banter settled in the meeting, Miss Parker" He followed, taking a sip out of the wine glass rested on his table. "You need to withdraw your pronouncement" "Why should I?" "Because I can do this myself" I followed, voice firm. "Can you?" "Yes" He had soon gotten to his feet, eyes watching me with intent
"I'm Susy" The voice of the girl before me was filled with much cheer, in as much as the sweetness that followed her, it pissed me to the bone. "I know" My voice remained low, eyes turned away from her form. "The introductions were made earlier" "Oh" She had pushed closer, laying down the brown paper box held in her hands, with her figure soon sinking into the seat next to mine. "Does that mean we're past the formal line?" "Can I call you 'Janet' then?" Her voice was filled with much glee it left me wondering whatever could cause one to be all bubbly on such a gloom noon as this. "As you please, Susy" "You can call me, Lily. All my friends call me that" My gaze spun to her, eyes narrowed at the delight in her eyes. "Your name's Susy Lily Clark" She nodded profusely, grinning cheek to cheek. Eyes had soon began doing a 360 around the area, shifting from wall to wall, taking in the complexities of the quiet space. "So I heard you were only employed few days ago, Miss Janet"