The Rough Draft

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Fuck!. The waft of burning toast arose louisa from her second snooze of the morning. Making her approximately 19 minutes late, which in result meant her missing the first train to work and 42 minutes late to the morning team meeting. A sweaty slightly, slightly overweight 5'7  aurburn haired creature fixed her scrumpled skirt and matching blouse. Her index finger repeadedtly abusivg what was left of the 5th floor button within the lift to the office. Louisa Anne Moore an award winner in procrastinating and being a total cock up.  The lift finally arrives allowing her to try her best at hiding her desheviled appaerance as she entered the clincally crisp white walled office. 

Louisa had spent 6 years working here at lionel and Kaur limited. To which she held the 'Post grad trainee' position, without promotion despite however screwing the boss. - what?. Okay i am sorry for the language. Also this talkign in third person buisness is hard.  do not judge me, he's single so I'm not some home wrecking hussy. nor am I doing it to climb some kind of metaphorical business ladder to et a promotion. I didn't intend on sleeping with my boss it just sort of happened of Christmas party fueled by a gin and tonic to many and next thing I knew I was panty less in his office sprawled arcoss his desk. Not something I like to update my mother on when we have our annual Christmas Day FaceTime mind you. we both assumed it was a drunken mistake. until it wasn't. and two very sober adults slept together again after a client dinner, we had just signed off on the biggest book of both our careers. and I'm talking game of thrones, harry bloody potter big. 

But i digress. 

Breath check, done. still out of breath and patience i push into meeting rom three taking my usual seat behind geoff from accounting. He was a 2nd year university student getting paid almost twice my hourly wage. But of course i am not moaning. Well maybe a tiny bit. 

"louisa? thank you for gracing us with your presence, do we also get to expereince you making any kind of helpful input today?" the more than a little annoyed grunt from Ben Feilds, My boss - slash boyfriend, slash fuckbuddy of 2 years. i nodded back to him this time however he wast his usual shrug it off ben. I would know 2 years of saying what i like to him and pretty much having my slate wiped clean when anyone else woul have had a grievence written to heafd offices about them.  Luckily the meeting lasted another 5 mintues befeo we could all return to our res[ecting work places. "Lousia" Ben sighed, this wouldnt be good. maybe he wanted another break, god i hoped not rather annoying things if you ask me. 

"We-I hae come to the decision that we need to let oyu go"

"WHat?!" I laughed almost a little to loudly i might add.

"You're, well you're fired" he muttered the last part like the pathetic human he was.

"You-You sly little prick, so ive been sleeping with you for the last 2 years for what ? nothing ive had to put up with your utter shit for 747 days. You bastard" I threw what was left of the meeting notes i had across the table between us, if i was agile enoguh to have done so id have climbed oover that table and strangled him wiht my bare hands. After all i had done for that idiot. I had to listen to his renditions of mama mia songs but they were worse than pierce Bosnians performances in the film. i bleached that arseholes pubes for him because he wanted to experiment and dye them electric blue.  I was  aware by now everyone had heard me loose it in the meeting room, I threw on my blazer jacket and stormed out to my desk clearing anything personal into my handbag. I hadn't made it to the lift back out of there before breaking into a hideous sob, one of those ugly cries that you couldn't salvage your mascara from but rather you turned into some resemblance of a panda. rubbing y eyes with he cuff of my jacket and taking a deep breath in to stop my nose running I exist the lift not stopping and I head through the security barriers upon the entrance to the building. A faith yell behind me drones and I hear it again. when I look back Brian our door man is waving his hands aimlessly after me to stop me in my stead. 

"miss macmahon please " he gasps, trying to keep up with me.  "you id badge miss" he holds out his hand signalling to my id pass that allows me access to the building. I look down tearing it from my neck, I thought looked dramatic but only rubbed against my skin to hard. I had it to the man and carry myself out of the building . Now do I go to a bar and day drink or get the tube home. Home. my phone buzzes; 

* YOURE BEST FRIEND IS GETTING FUCKING MARRIED*

The ever so sutble sarah announcng possibly the best news i needed to hear right now. i hadnt opened the full email before looking up the next flight to dublin. one quick flight and a train ride and Malahide im coming home. I don't pack but today I do, every type of winter clothing I owned thrown into my suitcase, I can't decide on what things to wear so of course I pay the extra luggage fees so I can't take almost my entire wardrobe. although I doubt ill need a pair of patent red pumps for a trip to Ireland. 

As for  Sarah, she was my best friend since we were both old enough to breath I guess. our mothers went to some post natal group for young mums and ended up planing a lifetime of playdates and girls nights between themselves. Weirdly enough our almost forced friendship was anything but we have been inseparable until in moved for university 5 years ago. I moved to London and she stayed in Dublin .