Stay With Her |COMPLETE

2•|Abigail’s Pov

Wesley publishing

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Arriving safely I got out my car enjoying the sight in front of me. The big multi storied building stood in it’s glory, Wesley publishing. Not only was it a successful publishing house, it had discovered some of the big authors of today.

To think I had been work over here for over three months, it all seemed like a child’s dream. On a respected floor, my own office and a gracious salary.

Revising or going through different manuscripts was my main job here, but over the course of reading some I began writing my own never published. It was just for self pleasure if I hadn’t found an ending of a book heart felt. No one had ever seen them but my snooping best friend, Riley.

Walking through the double glass doors I held up a friendly smile, some of my co-workers always spent time down here drinking coffee, giving them friendly greetings I went on walking.

Almost to the elevator I bumped into the actual owner of this successful business. Mr. Peter Wesley was one of the most friendly elderly people I had ever met, his son on the other hand needed serious work.

He smiled once he noticed it was me, “Welcome back klein. I’m so happy to see you up on your feet again, and hope you are doing good. You’ve been sick all week.” before I could respond he embraced me in one of his bear hugs, he always hugged me like his own daughter.

Our little catching up hug was short lived, taking a few steps back I looked at the elderly man with a wide smile. “Thank you I’m all better now. It’s always a delight to see you, I kind of missed you.” I gave him a little eye brow magic, he chuckled as I also joined in.

Tucking away his right hand in his pant pockets he gave me a light pat. “And it’s always a delight to have me favourite employee back. When you’re free pass by my office later around noon time, we need to talk.”

The phase we need to talk always had it’s way on getting to me, a slight frown came over my smile as I nodded.

Giving me a reassuring pat Mr. Wesley shook his head, “Don’t stress it’s nothing. It’s not about firing you if you thought that.” the smile on my face reappeared that was a weight off my shoulders, with one last smile his hand left my shoulder as he walked away.

Setting foot into my office I wished to not have been born at all. The stacks of manuscripts had over populated over a short span of four days, how busy were writers these days.

Slamming the door to my office in frustration I walked up to my desk taking a seat on the chair. This would need some serious all nighters, could they not have handed this to another being. I dropped my head violently on the desk, gaining a piercing shock of pain.

The squealing sound of the door forced my head to look in the direction. As I thought the day could not get worse Mr. Peter’s son, Andrew my boss walked in.

His eyes ran up and down me good thing I was seat and behind a wooden desk. “I see you are back.” he smiled waking further into the room.

“Yes I’m better.” I spoke rampaging through the manuscripts, anything to get him to leave. Sounds of paper being flipped filled the room but none of the door closing. I narrowed my eyes at him, I didn’t want to deal with him today.

Andrew shrugged rubbing his chin nervously, “That skirt looks good on you, really brings out your body. You should wear them often, skirts like those I mean.” he watched me walk into my office, how more creepy could he get.

No answer came from me just a forced smile, Andrew smiled proceedings with the one handed conversation. “Someday we should grab a drink or something like that.”

Insulted, I have been insulted. Placing the manuscript down I careless leaned back on chair both my arms resting on the arms of the chair. “I don’t go on dates or hang around with my bosses.” I spoke with a stern look.

He shook his head, “Not a date, but we could go as friends.” and the insults go on.

Narrowing my eyes once more at this man I spoke. “No offense but you’re not a ‘friend’ and I don’t like going out. Another thing, I’m a lesbian clearly no hanging around men who want to get in my pants.”

He had the audacity to lick his lips seductively while looking me straight in the eyes. “It’s just two people having fun s****l orientation doesn’t matter. Plus I could turn you straight.” I bit my tongue holding my laughter back.

I clicked my tongue while giving him a disapproving look. “I assume you don’t like homosexual’s. So if a gay man ever approached you saying they could turn you gay, you would be offended right.” he gave me a firm nod just as I thought.

Leaning closer to my desk I continued, “Excatly, so don’t approach a lesbian telling them you could turn them ‘Straight’ that is wrong in so many levels and clearly disrespectful. If it’s that little thing in your pants that is making you overly confident I think you should see the one’s I have cause they are clearly bigger and better that your’s. I need no man.”

Walking across the office I gripped the door knob opening it widely. Looking back at him I rubbed my head, “And another thing, it’s not a decision that can be done by just having s*x with someone. I didn’t choose to be gay neither did you to be straight, it’s how we were born but to be honest, with men like you in the world I would rather be a lesbian.”

He gave me a shocked expression that I was dying to laugh at. Gesturing for him to leave I put on my fakest smile, “Please if you would excuse yourself out it won’t be a problem. I’ve a lot of work to do here as you can see.”

Without any complaints he walked out my office like a dog with a tail stuck up in between his legs. Slamming the door I bursted out in laughter, Riley really had to hear about this when I get home.

Getting my back off the door I walked back to my chair had to get started with work.

Some hours into burying my face into my papers the office landline phone was ringing. Holding the phone to my ear the receptionist spoke. “Ms. klein, Mr. Wesley is asking for you in his office.”

The line went colder, placing the phone down I got off my seat off to the boss it was.