THE NEXT MORNING
I groaned in bed getting up. Scratching my head lightly, I realised I didn’t take a shower before crashing after watching a movie last night.
I yawned still feeling a little tired. My gun shot wound still hurt a little, I would have to be extremely careful while taking a bath.
In two days, I’ll go see the doctor to remove the stitches and bandages.
Just out of curiosity, I put on my slippers and opened the door.
Just as I expected, man in a hoodie watching my front view. It was just one car left now though.
I groaned again. He’s already trying to take control of my life. Again.
I stepped back slowly trying to go back inside.
I screamed in pain as my forehead made contact with the door. It’s been a while since I did that.
I rubbed it softly to get the pain to subside. I carefully locked my door before getting ready.
“Wait a minute…”
I trailed off with a gulp checking my alarm clock. It didn’t ring, that only means….
“Oh my God it’s nine am!”
“f**k! sh*t! How could I f****ng over sleep!”
I scolded myself and quickly took off my clothes.
I moaned roughly touching my wound. I hissed as the pain multiplied before finally reducing.
“Maybe Mr O’Cornner might give me a pass, I did get shot.”
I smirked deciding not to rush. I’m still in the healing process so I’m going to take my sweet time to get ready.
HALF AN HOUR LATER
It was approximately half an hour past nine when the cab I boarded dropped me off at work.
I stepped out, paid him in cash and walked towards the building.
I’m taking a huge leap but it’s not like Mr O’Cornner is going to yell at me. He did ask me to take the day off so technically I’m doing him a favor.
I smirked once again before walking into the building. As always, I took the elevator to my floor making a mental note to see Mr Dax later on.
I was at least three feets away from my office when I heard grunting, screaming and yelling.
By the time I twisted the door knob standing at the doorway, it became clearer.
Mr O’Cornner was furiously yelling at someone over the phone. He is definately not in a good mood today. I’m so dead.
I muttered a few last prayers about to walk in.
“You f****ng piece of sh*t!”
He yelled, I shuddered and halted.
“Or maybe I’ll wait till he calms down. He’s a busy, busy man. I won’t want to get in the middle of whatever that is.”
I smiled at my decision planning to walk away.
Van mumbled behind me making my heart do a little back flip.