three fear again. With the job I do I normally would never have to worry about any money, but I was helping my mom back home who was putting my brother through a private school. I love my brother and he’s extremely smart and deserves to be in a school that will challenge him. However, that tuition and fees are just about killing my mom and me. So, whoever they are, they’re truly a blessing and I just pray that they aren’t some stalker, serial killer who wants to eat me for dinner. Though I don’t think they are bad because for some reason I don’t feel threatened, even when I got gifts and flowers delivered to me on special occasions.
Even last weekend when I was bummed out for my birthday I got flowers, but now with this debacle with Channing and the canceled interviews I doubt even my guardian angel could cheer me up thought the card I got with the flowers made me feel somewhat reassured.
My Angel,
Your beauty compares to no one. Even Aphrodite would be jealous in your presence. Smile for me Goddess, because I'll always pick you up and take care of you.
Your Secret Servant
I did smile. For him or whoever they were, but of course that smile was short lived because of last week’s fuckery and now I have to deal with this shit. I really can’t depend on that person. What if they ended up being a hoax or someone else catches their attention? No, unfortunately I need this job a little while longer so I can better provide for myself and my family.
“Come in.” When I enter, I find him typing on his desktop he doesn’t even bother to look up and it bothers me to no end. What an ass.
“Uhm Mr. Stohurst.” I swallow and ask God for the patience my mama taught me to have.
“What Angel?”
“I was wondering if I could borrow some of your time… please?”
“Not right now I’m busy.” He hunched his shoulders in a manner that stated I was really bothering him, and he wanted me to get out.
“Mr. Stohurst it's important.”
“DAMN IT I SAID NOT NOW ANGEL I'M BUSY!” I had to rear back in shock because he’s done everything to degrade me but raising his voice at me in anger is not one of them. I can't do this anymore. I just can't. I hate him so much from the pit of my soul. I'd rather move back to Texas with my mama and work at a fast food joint to put my brother through school.
“You know what?” I pull out my keys from my pocket and rip off the office badge and chuck it at his head. “I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE.” He ducked his head just in time to stop from getting knocked upside his head. When he came up looking at me, he looked like a child who was about to cry. “I QUIT!” Fuming I stomp out of the office slamming the door behind me.
As usual I ignore the onlookers and go to my now old desk and commence packing my shit. Look all you want! I’m done. The last thing I do is turn off my computer and grab my Potty the potted plant, my plant baby that I got from my secret admirer. I make sure to gently tuck him away and stack my already finished work in designated folders while grumbling to myself. “Who the hell did he think he was treating me like that? I've had his back and stuck it out this long I don’t deserve this… why me? My eyes start to burn, but I refuse to cry because of him anymore. With somewhat of a heavy heart I pick up my box and make a beeline for the elevator.
“Angel wait! Holy shit! Wait!” I didn’t expect for him to follow me. I start power walking so he can’t catch up to me. I ignore their snickers, the stares and the smug looks. When I reach the elevators, I damn near cheer when they miraculously open on their own. Not going question a good thing.
Inside I quickly press the close button just as I see him about to stop the door from closing. Thank God he didn’t catch it, I don't want to hear a damn thing out of his mouth. When I get to the ground floor near the metal detectors, I try to go through, but I'm stopped by security.
“Ms. Giles we’re sorry