1 WEEK LATER
07:00
NANDI
It’s been 3 whole weeks and I honestly had started getting really bored at home. I had gotten enough rest and had binge watched almost all of my favourite series, excluding the ones that went on a production break. I had played games, tried painting and drawing. Hai no. It sucked for real.
Me: (sighs)
I grab a quick 20 minute shower and afterwards do the usual.
(Knocking on Door)
Me: coming.
I fix my stuff and head out, locking my apartment.
Me: (closing door, after entering car) Morning.
Herbert: Mxm. Wena since when do you call in sick
Me: I want feeling well. I’m sorry for ditching you for the past few weeks.
Herbert: It’s fine. As long as you are okay.
He hands me a Lunch box.
Herbert: here, Alicia made you some soup.
Me: awww thank you.
Herbert: & leave some for me. Don’t finish it
Me: (giggles) I will. Don’t worry.
We head to work
AT WORK
Secretary: Hey girl, are you okay now?
Me: (smiles) Hi, yes I’m doing way better now, thanks for checking up on me from time to time.
Secretary: it’s my absolute pleasure
I head to my desk and do my work.
10:00
Assistant: hi, the boss is calling you.
I felt my heart sink.
Me: (nods) thanks.
I close my laptop and head to his office. I knock on the door and I hear a light “come in”. I enter the Office and the blinds are not open, the office is dark and very depressing.
Me: (Looks around)
I look around and I am met by him. Sitting on his couch, holding a glass of henny and a the bottle a few centimetres away from where he was sitting.
Quinton: (deep voice) Welcome back.
I look at him. He looked Horrible.
Quinton: did you know that missing work for 2 weeks without a valid and true reason can get you fired.
Me: I was sick…
Quinton: oh… sick ?
Me: yes…
Quinton: well that’s a load a bullshit.
Me: excuse me.
He gets up and I move backwards. Scared.
Quinton: You… (pointing at me) You want to f¡ck up my life, and I can see that
He says that moving towards me whilst I move backwards
Quinton: you find it amusing to mess up my already (yells) F¡CKED UP LIFE.
Me: (silence)
Quinton: Answer me, Dammit.
My eyes open wide.
Quinton: how many Emails should I send to you, apologizing constantly.
Me: what emails.
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HIM: MR REDELLO
General FictionNANDIPHA, A 24 YEAR OLD LADY CATCHES THE ATTENTION OF THE "NEVER IMPRESSED", MR QUINTON REDELLO. WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THEY DECIDE TO BOTH TAKE A SHOT AT LOVE WHILST ALSO UNFOLDING THE DEEP, DARK PAST THAT MR REDELLO HAS. HOW WILL SHE REACT WHEN SH...
