4. Confinement
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Slowly realising her failure — the down fall to everything — the battle she fought so hard maintain — the sweet comfort of nothing but isolation.
All good things must come to an end as the battle was short lived and Monday morning rolled up, the beginning of the new week that she was not looking forward to — symbolised by the raising sun at dawn.
She had been too exhausted and too comfortable cuddled up in her duvets.
After Thursday she did not want to go back to work, moreless talk to her family — she did not even check her phone. She believed it had a pile of notifications, that much she knew as it kept vibrating each second on her night stand throughout the four days.
Switching it off would have been ideal, but it had been so far away from her and she was comfortably curled her self within the covers, watching or eating something.
Why ever would she have wanted to destroy such a fantastic fantasy of hers, it wasn’t like someone would die if she wasn’t reachable — the company had her father or brother to handle that.
A long morning full of struggle passed by eventually, as she was now sat in her car unable to go into the building — she just stared. Tired, that she was — upset, very much so towards everyone she would have to eventually talk to — Michael being the first off the list.
A couple more minutes and she mastered up the courage and will power.
Finally her hand to function, the car door popped open allowing her black sneakers to land on the cement floor.
Her fingers gripped the top of the car door as she got out, having enough support not to fall or slip — not that there was anything that could let that happen, she would never be too sure.
And she might have slipped before, but that was totally because her leg miss step then tripped on air.
As she stood, the navy blue suit pants she wore went back to their post, just above the sneakers — no longer clinging to her lower legs as she sat in the car.
A black plane t-shirt, a bit larger than her size hanged on her frame rather perfectly, and nicely tucked in.
With a sigh she took her jacket that had been hanged behind her seat throughout the whole drive, and threw it over both shoulders. A laptop bag over the left shoulder she shut the car door.
“I just want to sleep! And eat.” she groaned stomping her feet on the ground as her left arm gripped the laptop back from falling.
Way to start the week — a long week in fact.
Finishing up her tantrum she stood taking a couple of breaths in and out before walking away from her car, a light smile on her face to make her seem a bit — friendly.
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“What a lovely soul.” the woman sarcastically remarked forcing on a smile as well, as the familiar younger girl walked into the elevator.
Clenching the straps of her handbag she dramatically sighed as the girl punched in the floor she was heading.
Scarlet had to take in a few breaths, then turned away from the closing stainless steel doors. Her eyes fell on the woman’s freely flowing hair unlike hers, in a bun.
An elegant but simply black pencil skirt hugging her lower body at every important angle. The fabric rested right above her knees, showing her gorgeous legs in heels, again.
A red armless shirt button up, quite a shame as her arms were hidden away in the long brown coat reaching half of her lower leg.
Effortless yet stunning.
“I apologize yet again for everything on Thursday, I was tired, very much hungry and angry. My hormones weren’t in check and I might have taken it out on you — so, I’m sorry and I am a lovely soul.” she murmured — she in fact did not want to apologize but she had to.
That tiny voice inside her head told her it was the right thing to do — she hated it.
The woman furrowed her brows, folding her arms in front of chest — a bit skeptical to its sincerity. “Might?” she questioned in a mocking tone, one scarlet did not take kindly.
“That is all you picked up!” she hissed wrinkling her nose — rather cute if Chiara was asked.
“I see the hormones are still not in check.” Chiara, Mrs. Brown chuckled her hand over her lips.
Lady like — that was definitely fake and forced, no one could laugh that politely even just a chuckle.
“Fine, I was!” she huffed folding her arms as well, in front of her chest.
Admitting it didn’t help at all, Mrs. Brown rather enjoyed teasing her. Taking a step closer she stared at Scarlet studying her a bit before her hand hovered over her belly.
“Hormones — a little child?” she joked in order to annoy her.
And it did work, instantly slapping her hand away the girl shouted in total disbelief.
“What the hell! A f*****g child, me? no!” after her outburst, she remained quiet as she pressed her right side against the metal wall, in a childish manner she mumbled the next words. “I was on my period.”
Chiara smirked, aiming at pressing her buttons even further. She leaned in a bit, her right ear held out towards Scarlet.
“I couldn’t quite catch that.”
The latter sighed, “My insides were slowly being ripped apart because I don’t want to harbor a freaking child inside me!”
Falling in a fit of laughter, Scarlet rolled her eyes trying to tune out her annoying laughing — it actually wasn’t annoying, it was pleasant and not fake like earlier.
It took a while but then silence arrived — no more laughing, or annoying questions. Finally the maniac had shut up, relief that she did not like.
Gosh, this elevator ride was sure taking its damn time.
“Why are you even here?” Scarlet bluntly asked.
Chiara had been fixing up her bangs with the help of the reflection of the walls. As soon as she asked a genuine smile appeared, her work was something she enjoyed.
“I have a meeting with your gaming department with my top authors.”
“I’ll be seeing a lot of you?” she snorted trying to show hostility toward the woman.
Still with a smile she patted Scarlet on the shoulder, twice to be precise. “I’m afraid so.” she spoke withdrawing her arm waiting for the elevator to open.
Trailing her eyes up and down the woman beside her, Scarlet deeply frowned which caught the woman’s attention.
“With everything you’re lacking, I’m afraid I won’t be seeing much.”
She should have known. Smacking her head as hard as she could, she hissed. “Unbelievable! — you’re so annoying!” she mumbled immediately walking out elevator before the doors even fully opened.
“Wait! I was joking!” Scarlet shouted but the woman had already hurried off.
Breaking into a fit of laughter she walked out as well, “Serves her right. Immature my f*****g foot.”
Well, she did act immature — but that was besides the point.
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