Unexpected Love

The sun pierced through my curtain, shining brightly on my pointy n*****s. I turned around repeatedly on my bed, eyes closed, yearning for a better spot that would prevent the sun from reaching me. I had already snoozed my alarm about four times. On the fifth ring, I angrily jerked off my bed to snooze as usual, but shouted at what I saw: 8:40 a.m.? I hurried to the bathroom and turned on the shower, forgetting I was still wearing my pajamas. I had reached out to my soap dish when I came to that realization. I changed into my birthday suit and hurriedly freshened up. ::::::::::::::::::::::::: “Leave my office! You lack the modicum of morals to stick to the rules of this organization,” Mr. Leo thundered, pointing towards his door for me to leave. “I fell sick,” I lied. “Do you usually fall sick in the mornings?” He asked, reaching for the book on his table. “No, not usually.” “So when?” I stared at the little rose flower pot beside his study, unable to say anything. “You don't talk anymore? Or did you run out of lies? Which one is it?” I still stared, trying to say something, when he cut in. "A few minutes ago, you visited someone and couldn't make it earlier; after a short time, you fell sick and couldn't make it." “I was unable to wake up earlier; that's the problem.” “Alright, I guess that's the option you resorted to choosing since you have about three options, mandating that I pick any of them that best suits me.” “I would never mandate you to choose, sir.” “You just did.” “Which is the truth?" “I went out with friends yesterday.” “This is the fourth one, and..." “The truth, sir.” “The fourth and the truth, huh?” “Yes, Sir.” “You forgot you had work to do? He bent low, his eyes piercing into mine. He calmly asked, “Who are these friends of yours?” I dare not call his name, but not calling his name was synonymous with me lying. I was torn between two options, but I chose the one I thought was favorable. “With you, Sir.” “Good, I will sack you from your work and lock you up for telling lies.” That job was the last hope I had. It was my only means of sustenance. "Please, please. I kneel with both knees on the floor.” “You better not come an inch closer. This is what we see when we employ a scrum.” Allison, his girlfriend, bags in on us. “Babe, it seems your trap caught a cat today,” she snarled at me. “Nothing serious. Just a silly employee." “She looks silly,” she said, revealing her long, curved, unclassy nails, which would make her pass as a harlot. “I will doll you up for our date today.” She placed her hand around his cheek and kissed his lips. While she was still lost in the act, he broke away. “Where do you intend to take me this time?” “Guess,” “I don't know how to guess, but you have a high taste, so I'm suggesting Philly’s Suits." "Wrong, but you know what?” “What?” “I won't say it till we get there.” “You have a way of raising my curiosity.” “She gave that to me at school, which says she was staring at something nasty.” "Baby, do you employ anything and anyone?” I stared at her in return with a straight face. I eyed her and looked out of the window. “When was the last time I saw someone this lowly, and I'm not even seeing the person outside but inside our office?" She emphasized ‘our’, she said. My boss only smirked. “Get me something to drink in the fridge, then you come back and remain where you were.” I hesitated for a few minutes. I did not want to run that errand, but my boss wasn't around and yelled at me. “You didn't hear that?” “I did.” “So what is it, yeah, waiting for? A special invitation.” She approached me and stood face-to-face with me, cursing me out, “Hey lowlife, if you want to play with me like this, you better come right; b****, I'm not the one.” I stood up and made my way to the fridge. I got something cold and handed it over to her with a wine glass, but she mandated that I drop it on the table, pour the bottle's contents into a wine glass, and serve her myself. I served her, returned to where I was, and continued begging since I had yet to get a definite answer from the boss. “I will make it up to you by working overtime.” He said nothing, still staring at me like I was a fool. I felt like I said the wrong thing. I had to say something better. “Make it up to you in terms of what?” “Jeff is me for coming late, I guess.” “She came late; she made the effort to come late, and you're still giving her your attention. Sack her," she said with passion. “Is that what you think?” “Of course, you can't keep telling your employers to tell Mary to insult you.” "Okay, if you say so.” I am not the lady and focus on the person who employed me, but it seems both of them are on the same page, as my boss didn't give me any more attention. “How should I make it up to you, sir?” “By leaving my office,” he responded coldly, wasting no time on me. I left his office for my workspace, bent my face on the desk, and cried. I can't believe whatever happened between us yesterday meant nothing. “He wants to see you,” said the secretary from behind. I shifted my chair backwards and made my way to his office. “Do you have a mirror in the house? He scowled at me. “Yes, sir,” "You look raggedy and dirty. Wear something nice. You will accompany me somewhere tonight.”