~Elizabeth~ I groaned out when the alarm I had set went off. Another day, another working day. It was good, yet annoying. One way or another, David was able to talk me into coming back to work, more like forced me. Sluggishly, I got up from bed and headed to my bathroom. The cold water from my shower hit my skin and I shivered in both delight and fear of catching a cold. Closing my eyes, I let my body adjust to the feeling. Everything was going back to the way it was, my job as the personal assistant to Mr. Badmus, having to wake up very early in the morning and drive to B Corp, expecting a work load from around nine till either five, six or seven in the night. The only change now is, I don't have psychotic nightmares, neither do I have a psychotic father, my mother is well and finally, I'm dating my boss. Cliche much. 
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