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In Her Head - Collision Course

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Five minutes in my head will freak you right out. Have you ever heard of the saying?

Follow Elle, she is riddled with anxiety and is about to take the biggest leap out of her comfort zone of 10 years. Follow her journey where she comes face to face with something she thought was fantasy. Her imagination and her reality are about to collide. She works for ruthless and mysterious Peter Skeel, can she hold it together? Will she even make it through?

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Old Friend
“Hold my calls Elle, I need at least twenty minutes” he said brashly. Oh ffs what has got his goat, I’m getting really ticked off with his bloody mood swings, she thought. “Yes Mr Skeel” she replied tightly. “Do you need anything?” She begrudgingly asked him, his strong sculpted face looked like it had turned a shade pink but she didn’t want to spend too long looking into his autumn forest eyes, last thing she wanted was to have him think she was interested in anything more than a professional relationship, although, she snapped the thought out of her head. She didn’t miss the pulse in his jaw, yeah he is fuming she thought. She wanted him to know he had ticked her off and it wasn’t acceptable. “I’m Sorry Elle,” her head snapped up. Okay, not what I was expecting but you are still a t**t, she thought. “Mr Skeel, I understand things can get very stressful but I do not appreciate being talked to in that manner, if I can help I will but, it is all too easy to offend people by not voicing how you are feeling, take it from personal experience.” “Okay, call me Peter please, calling me Mr Skeel sounds far too much like you are talking to my Father. Something came up and I’m not sure what to do” he replied honestly and slightly deflated. Nope she definitely wasn't expecting that. s**t, s**t, s**t! Why oh why am I confrontational? His face is f*****g handsome when he is eating humble pie, I’m doomed, Elle groaned internally. “Do you want to voice it or do you need me to put someone in their place?” She softly asked. He let out a belly roar of a laugh, his eyes shone brighter and it softened his chiseled face, almost making him glow. Elle wasn’t prepared for the feeling across her chest, she felt lighter and truly happy, she even had a slight fluttering in her stomach. She smiled brightly and he stopped laughing instantly trying to clear his throat. “Elle, I know you are capable and I appreciate it but no, I just need some time to get my head around some things” he said, his tone still sounded amused but she could also hear the deflated tone mixed with it. Let’s face it, they both knew she was more than capable of taking someone down a peg or two, she was so strong and her voice was so commanding, she held any room, was amazing at making people compromise, even when the room was so intent not to understand, she could break it down in any way they needed. Skeel International has never been so peaceful up until a few months ago, Elle became somewhat of an agony Aunt helping keep the peace by showing her colleagues another point of view. She had been an asset in negotiating and liaising with the media these past few months. Skeel was about to expand into the world of finance and they had a solid plan to succeed, Mers International were the leaders in the finacial sector at the moment, to say they were upset and worried was an understatement. Mers were trying their hardest to darken the name Skeel, Skeel have successfully and respectfully built a communications company from the ground up. The name was recognised by everyone, from household to corporate, even Government agencies used their systems.  Peter was about to turn and walk into his office but he looked at Elle and said “erm, Elle. Old Friend says hello.” “Does this old friend have a name?” She asked. How the hell would he know who I know, we are worlds apart she thought. “He told me his name as you knew it, Old Friend” he replied sadly. The colour drained her face and he walked into his office closing the door. No way, no way! she thought, her breathing became shallow and her heart started beating a little faster. With her mouth still open she called out in her head “Old friend I need you.” In an instant she could feel the warmth on her shoulder and the side of her face, she leaned into it and felt the familiar comfort wash over her, she felt safe and the colour slowly started coming back to her face. Although she still felt slightly light headed she was comforted and her breathing was returning to normal. “How the hell does he know about you Old Friend? Does he?"  She leaned into the warmth while she was firing off questions in her head.“You are the only one who has ever been called Old Friend”. I cannot seriously believe Peter knows, unless… ...No he wouldn’t, s**t! I am in some deep doo doo here, he can either read my mind or… ..No, no way! I have never mentioned Old Friend to anyone. “Old Friend, please stay close to me for a bit today, I really could use some strength.” Two tears fell down her face, she quickly wiped them away and picked up her phone. After two rings she heard the woman on the other end of the line “Hi Elle. He looked like a bear with a sore head when he stormed in here today. Is everything okay? Do you want me to..” “Belinda, I sorted it already, he is sulking in his office,” Elle cut in. “I need to ask a favour though, could you possibly cover me for an early lunch?” She asked. Peter has an external appointment and in forty minutes he would leave. She needed to breathe in some fresh air and get out of the building. “Sure I will honey” she chuckled imagining how Elle had sorted it. “Thanks Belinda, I want to grab a breather and get to the shop before the lunchtime rush,” Elle explained. They finished up the call once she replaced the handset Elle checked their emails and blocked her diary for the early lunch she was taking. Old Friend was the only one who knew everything about Elle, he was her comfort, her strength and she felt he loved her unconditionally as a friend. Nobody but Old Friend truly knew Elle, they all had their own versions but they had no idea. At Elles worst, she could talk to Old Friend, although she wouldn't recieve a response, she could make sense of the jumble in her head. If she hadn’t felt the warmth of Old Friend she would have taken her own life, he brought her from the brink and stayed close whenever she needed him. He was the most personal and vulnerable part of Elle. The trouble was, Old Friend was in her head. Elle had no doubt that he was real in a spiritual form, she could feel the warmth radiating when she called, you couldn’t mistake that, but not a single person would know. The feeling of dread started creeping in, Elle felt like she was about to unravel, she was feeling exposed.

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