FOUR YEARS AGO
Running down the street with heels dangling in my hand along with my files, I breathe hard as I run out of oxygen. I quicken up my pace not affording to lose another second as I was already late on such an important day.
Presenting such grace was my kind alarm clock that decided not to ring his usual agony today
I was supposed to reach early to welcome the new CEO, the boss's son but here I was almost half an hour late, and thanks to New York traffic, no taxi was available,
Looking at the watch I realize I still can make it, I usually arrive early maybe that will give me a bit of time
I focus back on running. Almost approaching the building I hear my stomach growl. I halt my cramping legs as I look at the adjacent Starbucks.
I had missed my morning breakfast, and my poor little tummy was almost crying, conflicting with my inner self I decide against the mesmerizing food
Self-control girl
I pull up my imaginary sock and make a run towards the office.
"One Chocolate Frappe with extra cream and extra caramel please" I finally sigh after saying it in one breathe
Too much for Self-control
Well luckily there were not many customers here and I had saved up a few minutes while on my run, so might as well get something fast, I need energy for such an important day after all.
Counting every second on my watch with feet tapping the floor I rush to the counter
the sound of the coffee machine echoing in my head, I could hear the milk hitting the vessel, the chocolate drip, and the cream spray as I grew more anxious
My eyes never leaving the counter, similar to a scavenger eagle looking for its prey
"Here's the frappe"
My eyes blobbing out as I quickly grab my frappe and dash to the exit.
(p.s. – I had paid for it before)
I take two heavenly sips of the divine drink, with a wide grin on my face
Which was soon short-lived as I saw my frappe flying high above in the sky with its content showering out over me and a hunk of a man who bumped into me
"What in the flying fuck?" as I wipe my now almost drenched shirt
A whole lot of emotions flashed through my mind none of which were very kind, but a glance at my watch made me forget it real quick as I ignore the man blabbering profanities and run away to the huge KNIGHT CORPS
With no time to spare, I collect all my remaining energy to channelize it into the great run of history
Soon the gates become a clear picture as I dash through the entrance straight to the reception
"Ju-li-a'' I say as panting heavily
Resting my hand at the counter as my knees and spine make a bending angle, catching breathe for my lungs
"Hilton you okay?" calling out my last name asks the Spanish lady in her mid-30s as she scrutinizes me with an astonishing gaze
"Yeah yeah I am" I recite bringing back my decent posture
"Are they here?"
"Mr. Knight has just arrived, but the new CEO as of yet has not reached"
I sigh in peace
"Thank god, thank you, Gonzales"
I am saved.
I quickly make a run to my cabin, throwing my heels away as I feel comfortable in my white sneakers, I collect all the files and necessary documents
I zoom out of my cabin to the adjacent room
Handling the files in one hand I knock on the door lightly as I take one last deep breath
"Come in" came a light hoarse voice
"Good morning Sir, All data and documents of today's meeting are in these files, report on the company will be delivered by today. At 5 you have lunch with the board members, and then at 9, there is an office farewell party at the Magnum hall. This would be all for today" I say this placing all the files in category order and then finally taking a step back
I meet his eyes which looked shocked and perplexed
"What happened?"
I try to comprehend the meaning and reason of his question
Was something wrong with me, did I make any mistake
Yeah shit I was late
" SOR-"
"What happened to your shirt?"
I now realize why I have been receiving all those looks all along
I look down to realize the huge chocolate draining patches on my white shirt
"Uh –uh this – um nothing a little accident"
"Well luckily my son has just called in his few shirts you can change into it"
"It's okay sir, I am fine," I say contemplating
"You should or else you will catch-"
"Accchooo"
"Cold"
I giggle nervously
"Go ahead to changing room," Mr. Knight says pointing to the room inside the cabin
"Yes sir" as I decide to consider this idea since I would not want to be in a disheveled appearance on such an event..Afterall first impressions are really impactful.
I make a mental note on keeping a few spare shirts in the office too
I drag my feet to the changing room not before nervously looking at the boss as he sympathetically smiles
Reaching the room I close the door, looking around I find shirts hanging in color coordination
All the shirts looked quite expensive, rummaging through them my gaze lands on a to find a plain simple blue shirt, I put the shirt in front of my body frame, checking out the outfit aesthetic in the big mirror. It needs some work, which I can manage.
Bringing down the shirt I quickly look at my original shirt which was quite a mess, thankfully my black wide-leg pants received no damage
I remove my shirt and change into the blue shirt which was quite big, untucked it reached almost to my mid-thighs, after carefully tucking it I made it look better on me
I pat my light brown hair as I twist the low pony upwards putting a clip on it
Taking the last satisfied look at my outfit in the mirror, mentally hearing the green ting, I reach for the bolt on the door