In The End

First Encounter

"Caitlin!" My room mate, Evan, was standing over me. His hands were on his hips.

I grumbled a reply and burried my face back into my pilliow, hoping to re-enter the world of dreams.

"Caitlin, your alarm clock has been driving me crazy! Just get up please." Evan sighed, leaving my  room.

I was now all too aware of an overy annoying droning sound, pounding my groggy mind.

Today was not a day I wanted to go through. I knew it was going to hapen wether I liked it or not, and wether I stayed in bed or not. Today I would be saying good-bye to my retiring boss of three years. He was someone I had grown to care for. I organised his entire life, being an on-hand secretary and personal assistant. I knew everything there was to know, and everything I probably shouldn't have known. 

Not only would I be saying my final good-byes to Mr. Brinks, but I would be saying hello to my new boss. I had heard stories that he was a ruthless business man with no manners. I would need to learn, and fast, his routine inside and out.

I peeled myself from my bed and let the how water from the shower awaken my senses. I dressed smartly in a grey suit jacket, matching hip-hugging, high-waisted skirt and a silky black top. I left my long chocolate hair to cascade down the middle of my back in its natural soft curl. Smokey eyes, mascara and glossy lips were my last touches along with my new black pumps and red handbag.

"Caitlin!" Evan was calling again, from the kitchen this time, inturrupting my last look in the mirror. "There's no food."

I rolled my eyes.

"Go shopping then Evan, I'm not your mother." I walked into the kitchen.

He assessed me from behind the fridge door and whistled. "No, you most certaintly are not."

"Stop, creep." I grabbed a banana on my way out the door.

Evan had always made it clear that he fancied me, since I first moved in two and a half years ago. He very quickly learnt that I wans't going to take his crap and ended up settling for a waitress at the cafe a block up from our appartment. 

Lily was her name; a gorgeous, petite, blonde haired, blue-eyed, gullible sort of girl. But I had grown to love her and she had become such a close friend.

I walked to work every morning, as it was only a measly three blocks away. On the days that I was early, I usually stopped in to grab one of Lily's famous Cappachino's. Today was not going to be one of those days.

I burst through the building doors at a quarter to nine. I had five minutes to reach my twenty-first story office. Right on the top floor, not including the helipad and courtyard on the roof above.

I scrambled into the relatively empty elevator and felt as though time could not move any slower.

Great.

Checking myself in the lift mirror, I counted down the floors to my office.

The final 'ding' set my heart into overdrive as I tumbled out of the opening doors, only to stop dead in my tracks.

Oh my.