"Boyfriend?"
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
The alarm clock went off at exactly six o'clock on Monday morning. Heather lay under the thick blue comforter and closed her eyes tightly. She contemplated hitting the snooze button, then realized that just made her a chicken.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
"Oh God I wish I was dead," Heather thought as she pulled the comforter over her head. She knew this was not going to be the most pleasant day at work. What if she lost her job over this? Charles was definitely not worth that in her opinion ~ but she certainly wouldn't put it past him to force her out of her comfortable position at KelMax.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
Imagining the snooze button was Charles' face, Heather jumped out of bed and slammed her hand down on top of the annoying clock. She looked wistfully at the soft bed for a few moments before deciding that she had no choice but to go to work and face Charles and his wrath.
As she stripped off her pajamas and tossed them on the floor, she wondered how she'd gotten herself placed in this type of position. She was twenty-seven years old, single, and broke. Her Bachelors Degree in English was getting her nowhere career-wise. Heather had graduated and expected to have little problem acquiring a well-respected career in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area. This was a huge city, after all, so the employment agencies were confident she would have a job offer quickly. Unfortunately, none found Heather to be an asset because she lacked the job experience that other candidates possessed. The damn degree wasn't worth the paper it was printed on!
So, six weeks after her graduated from West Texas A & M University, Heather found herself grateful to receive a job offer from KelMax. Sure, it was only a secretarial position, but it beat serving burgers to snotty little kids at Wendy's.
Her first day at KelMax was horrid. Heather dressed to kill in a tight black skirt and her favorite black blazer. Her white blouse was wrinkle-free and freshly laundered. The pink tourmaline brooch was her good luck charm (passed down from her mother) and she found that she kept touching it - as if the luck would simply rub off onto her through the constant contact.
Getting out of her car she spilled coffee on her skirt. Walking up to the building she had been clipped by a bike messenger and had stumbled on the curb - running her pantyhose. She had found her office and sat down in her chair approximately 12 minutes late. Mr. Charles Walker had glided into her office just as she sat down.
Heather had swallowed hard as she drank in her new boss. He stood about 6'4", very athletic build. He was draped in Armani and looked good enough to lick. Heather sat mesmerized until he looked through her and stated "You're late. Welcome to KelMax," and strode out of her office as quickly as he'd entered it.
"Great, he hates me already," she had mumbled, as she went to get his coffee.
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In the six months Heather had been the secretary of Mr. Charles Walker, Mr. Walker had spent exactly ten seconds with her on a personal level. That was on her birthday, when her brother sent her a dozen white roses. Mr. Walker had come into her office to place his lunch order and had glanced briefly at her desk.
"Boyfriend?" he asked.
She had smiled and said, "Brother."
"Happy birthday," he had mumbled as he walked out the door.
Because the relationship really had not proved to be personal on any level, the dinner invitation had been a shock. She had been punishing herself on her Stairmaster to the latest episode of "American Idol" (which she had recorded the week prior) when the doorbell rang. Sweaty, and humming a tune from the show, she jogged to the door. Outside stood a boy of about 20 years old, holding a flat of pansies.
"These are for me?" she'd asked.
"Heather Layton?" he questioned.
She'd nodded and taken the flat. As she was about to shut the door the boy said, "Oh, there's a card" and had handed it to her.
She went into the living room and sat the flat of purple blossoms on the coffee table. Wiping the sweat from her brow with the towel around her neck, she leaned forward and smelled the sweet scent of the pretty buds. Fumbling, she opened the card:
"Have dinner with me Sunday evening. Pick you up at 7:00 p.m.
Humbly yours,
Charles"
Leaning back on the couch, Heather had groaned. She had three choices the way she looked at it. Her first gut instinct was to call him and tell him she had other plans.
"I'm sorry, Charles, but I have to wash my hair tomorrow evening"
Okay that idea was out.
She could always pretend she wasn't home when he showed up, and peek out from behind the blinds to get a look at him all slicked up.
"Chicken-shit" she scolded herself.
She had tapped herself on the forehead with the card. She had then looked down at the beautiful flowers on the coffee table. They really were sweet. Heather had never received flowers from a man before that was not a blood relation. Her brother sent her roses on her birthday each year. How sweet of him to choose pansies instead of roses like other men!
Suddenly had she bristled. Why was he asking her out all of the sudden? Mr. Charles Walker had never shown any interest in Miss Heather Layton in the six months she had known him.
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"Why did I even go on the damn date? STUPID STUPID," Heather's shouts reverberated off the tile in the shower.
Heather hurried and dried off with her terry cloth towel. Jogging naked into the bedroom she stopped at the closet door and flung it open. What does a person wear on the day she lost her job? Frustrated at herself for thinking Charles would actually fire her over a date-gone-bad, she grabbed a blue silk shirt and her black skirt. As she dressed she tried not to think about the date.
The date really had been wonderful.
Then she lost her mind.
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Heather had prepared herself for tonight so carefully. She had gone out shopping for a dress. SHOPPING! She went shopping for a dress for a date with her boss? Was that really proper? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was nervous and excited. Heather wanted to watch Charles drool. She wanted him to regret the past six months of indifference he had shown her in the office.
Showered and slathered with her favorite peach lotion, Heather blow-dried her hair. She was attractive, but she looked too young in her own opinion. Her long brown hair fell in soft waves across her back until she pinned it up on top of her head. She left tendrils hanging softly down the sides of her face. Expertly she applied her makeup, pressing her lips together softly after she applied her lipstick.
