My face is flushed.
I am deeply embarrassed after I step out of CJ's office. Fuck! He must be thinking the worst of me right now.
But, if he wasn't the one that sent the shoes, then, who did? Whoever it was, they wanted to embarrass me so bad. And they succeeded. It's so fucking embarrassing.
The elevator dings and when the doors open, George steps in.
Shit!
He has this weird smirk on his face that makes him look stupid. I don't talk to him.
I blatantly ignore him.
But... He has his eyes fixed on me then he says, "Give me the sho
Zara is freaking out at the elevator and screaming at me.It's funny how she's the one freaking out more than I am. I mean, I'm the one that just got fired, not her. And she's not taking any of it.Zara glares at the two female interns standing beside us when she notices them staring at us. "Can y'all just mind your fucking business and block your fucking ears and stop staring at me like I'm some monkey!"I chuckle when she says that and the interns immediately stop staring at her.So apparently, Madeline fired me because she found out that I threw the pieces of the letter she sent CJ in the office trash can. So she thinks that I'm the one that tore the letter into pieces. She has no idea that CJ did that and
"You'll come to pick the car tomorrow," says the mechanic.He's a rotund man with a shiny bald head, who is probably in his early forties. I thought he would be done fixing my car and I would drive myself to work tomorrow.Ugh!I might take a cab or just do what I do normally, walk."I've come to pick my car," someone says behind me. "Can I?"That voice is so familiar.I look back to see my cute neighbour, with his hair hanging on his shoulder. He looks so much sober than he did the first day we met. He looks like a different version of himself.
CJ is staring blankly at me.I can't quite read the expression on his face. I just got here and I still don't know why the hell I'm here.On my right are two young women with ridiculous makeup and ugly-drawn eyebrows glaring at me.What the hell is going on?George hasn't wept that smirk off his face.CJ clears his throat. "What's this I'm hearing Terra?""What?" I ask in confusion.CJ looks at the women who are still glaring at me."You told us CJ is already obsessed with y
I walk past Zara.She's busy on her computer and she can't seem to notice me. I hope she doesn't because I'm not in the mood to talk right now. I just want to get into CJ's office and get this over and done with."Hey, you!"I stop on the spot and spin to look at her. I force a smile.She squints her eyes at me. "What are you up to? You little naughty thing?"I let out a nervous laugh. "Nothing...""And why didn't you say hi?" She asks suspiciously.I clear my throat and look up at her.
I'm crying like a child in the washrooms.I've locked myself up and I'm sitting on the damn floor and I don't care. I want the fucking ground to open up and swallow me.Nothing would make me happier.I hear someone banging loudly on the door.It's Zara."Baby Girl! Open up! Please open up! You have to tell me what's going on!""Zara, I want to be left alone," I cry even louder."Just talk to me!""I don't wanna talk!" I scream. "Just go!"&
There's a knock on the door.A loud knock.Dee stands up to get the door and I lay there waiting to see the "visitor." I'm in a daze right now and I'm not thinking straight. I just keep talking nonsense and Zara keeps filling up my glass and toasting.This is exactly what I need to run away from my problems."Hey! Hey! You've not told me who you are!" Dee yells at someone."Where is she? Is she okay?" I hear a deep voice blurt out.No... That voice... Could it be...? No way! It just can't be!"Terra?" The voice calls gently.
I burst into the kitchen, feeling sad and angry after what CJ just said on the phone.Ren and Dee quickly break apart when I enter the kitchen. But I'm in no mood to address this "thing" that they have going on. Honestly, it's starting to get a little weird and awkward.But I can't address that now. I have more important stuff to deal with and I'm feeling all shades of anger burn inside me."What's up?" Asks Dee.I fall on the kitchen island and clasp my chin."It's CJ.""What about him?" Asks Dee as she toasts the bread on the toaster.
George has been beaten up badly. His cheek is swollen and his mouth is bleeding profusely."Sorry."I take him in and start doing first aid on him,"Sorry for what?" I ask."Sorry for making you lose your job," he mutters.I lack words to say to him. I can't tell him what he did was okay. I mean, that shit broke me."You'll get your job back," he says. " I promise."Okay... That is a bit strange.George shows up at my place, beaten up, promising to help me get my job back? This can't be a coincidence. Somebody must have done this to him.Oh my God! Ren and Dee."Is it Ren and Dee?" I ask in alarm. "Did they do this to you?"George hesitates. "No... No...""Then, who did this to you?""Some robbers...""And, how did you know my place?" I ask suspiciously."I've followed you here before," he replies. "That first day you came to work."I don't believe his theo