I awake to a pounding in my head and the lights are too bright. I suppose that's what I get for drinking myself stupid last night. I just don't know what to do any more. I have nothing left, I don't even know myself any more. I was so involved with Dylan that I completely lost who I was and my ambition in life.
I have a deadline now, only a week to find a new job and place to live. Can't be that hard right? I thought to myself.
I grab some panadol and a glass of water to try and reduce this throbbing pain in my head. After an hour of freaking out and managing the hangover I decide I need to get some food into me. I head over to the closest coffee shop for some much need breakfast and caffeine. I bring my laptop and decide I will research job availabilities whilst I enjoy my coffee.
I reach a little coffee shop called Rosey's place, it's a cute place owned by an older couple. They are quite known around here for having some of the best coffee. I order a vanilla latte and some smashed avocado on toast and head to a booth near the corner of the shop. I pull my laptop out and start my research. I get onto the first website when I hear my order being called. I head to the counter and grab my order, thanking the older gentlemen and turning around to head to my table. The next thing I know is I am burning and I realise that someone has knocked into me spilling my coffee all over myself. "Omg, ow ow ow!" I yell as I try to pull the soaking shirt from my skin because I can't just strip in public.
I hear a deep voice state " I am so sorry, are you okay? Let me grab you another coffee and a new shirt" he says. I look up and see those exact same green eyes from yesterday. " Oh hello, Mr Morningstar, that's okay it was my fault for not looking where I was going" I say anxiously. He gives me a knowing look as though I should shut up and turns to the man behind the counter. "Can I get another coffee for this lady and a long black for myself please" he says to the man handing him his card.
We grab our coffees and I thank him heading towards my table. I feel my wrist being tugged on. "Come to my office and I will get you a new shirt and some burn cream" he states rather than asking. I go to answer back but he just shushes me and gives me a look of don't you dare argue with me.
I grab my things and follow Mr Morningstar to his office, as we get into the elevator I can feel so much tension in the air but I can't tell if it's just me or not. We get into his office and I was stunned, it was so fancy and there was a ensure bathroom and small lounge area in here. "Here is a white shirt, it may be abit big but it's the best I got and I will grab some burn cream from the first aid kit" he says whilst walking into the ensuit.
I start taking my shirt of and finally look at the burns the coffee made, they are not too bad but the area is red and sore. "Here, sit down and I'll put the cream on the burns" Mr Morningstar says guiding me to a chair. I start blushing just now realising this handsome man is currently seeing me in my bra. I let him put the cream on anyways because it's really sore and I have nothing to be ashamed off. " You deserve better you know!" He says faintly but loud enough for me to hear. "Huh?" I ask him. "Dylan, he's pathetic and doesn't see how good he had it. Some sex with the office slut will not make him happy and he ruined what could have been good" he says seriously looking into my eyes.
"Oh thank you, I just wished I had known sooner. So much of my life was wasted and I lost everything about me for him. I need to find a new job, a place to stay and start to reconnect with people" I state sadly knowing it's going to be a hard few months ahead of me. "Well, how about this, you come work with me as my assistant and you can stay in one of my hotels until you can afford your own place. We can also find a good way to get back at that dick for using you the way he did" he states. I am shocked and I can't believe what I am hearing. This man is willing to give me everything I need and help me get revenge on my now ex boyfriend for nothing.
"Are you serious? Why would you want to he me?" I ask starting to tear up again. "I have watched you come in here for awhile now and you are too good for a dick like Dylan. Plus I could really use an assistant around here" he smiles at me. "Thank you so much! You will not regret it, I will work my ass off and I will repay you when I can" I say happily.
"It's not problem, come in on Monday and I will introduce you to people and get you set up. In the meantime I will organise a room for you at the hotel down the street, it will be ready by tomorrow. If you can leave me your number and I will text you when it's ready" he says to me. "Thank you, thank you! I will be ready to work hard and I will see you on Monday. Here is my number." I say whilst popping a napkin with my number on it onto his desk.
I head out the building and head back to the hotel room. Maybe things will get better from here on. My gut however feels as though it's not this easy to change your life around and be happy. I order room service as I have some spare cash for now and get settled into bed for tomorrow and moving into the new room.