My phone was ringing endlessly. I just ignored it and looked at the ceiling. I am now wearing a simple jeans and gray shirt. My luggage was waiting beside the bed. Today is Saturday, and I refuse to go to the meeting, if ever I can refuse to. I took a sick leave for two days, to avoid the CEO. I was both embarrass of what I did, and hurt of his reaction. The worst part is, I don’t even understand why am I tormenting myself like we’ve broken up or something? I should be thinking of ways on how to deal with my problem with my girlfriend, than him.
Deciding to get myself together, I stood up and pick up my phone. I know it was Atticus, he’s the only one who has my personal number and, he kept on checking me every now and then.
(Thank God you pick up! I was already ready to kick your apartm
