Chapter 10
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Private Number: "I hope that you aren't serious. I don't like such jokes baby."
I took a big breath. I can't fall back now.
April: "I am not joking. I will hurt myself even better I can do it now. There's a hobby knife on my desk."
Private number: "You're lying…"
To confirm that I wasn't lying I took a picture of the hobby knife and send it to him.
Private Number: "Why the fuck do you even have that!?"
I shrugged. Sometimes we are required to cut some thick papers or sometimes we get packages and opening them with the hand hurts like hell.
April: "Should I sent you a picture after cutting myself or?" I threatened further.
Private Number: "Fine…I will spare his life this time. Throw that knife away now."
Reading that I couldn't help but smile triumphantly and there's no way that I would throw something that saved my friend's life. I was never planning to cut myself; I love myself way too much to do that also I don't like pain. I would have just cut some of my hair at most.
I mean I did say something of my body, didn't I?
From below the desk I could feel Cherry kicking me. I looked at her asking her with my eyes why in the world she's kicking me. She nodded frantically at something behind me. I frowned and slowly turned around in my comfortable wheelchair to see Mr. Moore staring at me.
"Mr. Moore!" I yelled frantic as I stood up. "what brings you here?" I asked awkwardly trying to fix myself quickly. I really hope that he hadn't been standing there ever since I was texting Jack.
"I just came to see how the financial department was doing without their manager. That's when I saw you sitting there grinning from ear to ear, so I was wondering what got you in such a good mood."
All eyes at that moment were aimed at me causing my anxiety to spike up a lot. All words that I could have think of at that moment were lost.
'Come on…just say something April…anything!'
"My apologies Mr. Moore I was looking at the picture of my deceased puppy her death anniversary was coming up, so I went through some pictures that I still had of her. Her cuteness brought unknowingly a smile on my face." I pulled out a picture of a dog out my 'dogs that are so cute that they are killing me' gallery and showed it to him.
He looked at it. "A Pomeranian I see…" He said thoughtful.
"Yeah…her name was Diamond." I said trying to act melancholy. I am not really lying this dog's name is Diamond and she did die last year. She had an Instagram page and I took the liberty to save all her pictures. I was seriously devastated when the owner announced her passing.
However, I never knew that her saved up pictures would come in handy someday.
Thank you, Diamond!
"I am really sorry that I was doing this under workhours sir. I will make sure to never do this again." I bowed apologetic.
"No…no I am sorry for your lost. Please keep doing a great job." He said.
"I will…" I simpered. Mission evading was a success!
He left with the Co-CEO who was sweating bullets of nervousness from the situation to the CEO's office.
As soon as they left, I plopped down on my chair and let out a sigh of relief. But that was soon wiped away as I jumped surprised by Cher's head suddenly popping over my monitor.
"What the heck was that?" She asked.
"What the heck was what?" I asked as I was typing away on some documents.
"Don't you answer my question with a question." She said irritated. "You and I both know that you never had a dog named Diamond."
"So?" I questioned acting like I didn't do something wrong.
She let out an exasperated huff. "So why did you lie to Mr. Moore? Even better what were you really doing?"
And now I must deal with this…great. How am I even going to dodge this one? Cher basically knows everything about me, so I can't really make up a plausible excuse.
"I am waiting." Cher said urging me to cough up the truth.
"Well…" I said avoiding eye contact with her nervously.
"Well…?" She repeated.
I scratched my head in frustration. "Uggghhh! You really want to know what I was doing?" I asked hoping that she would drop it already.
"Yeah otherwise I wouldn't be asking, would I?" She commented as she rolled her eyes.
"I have been talking…with someone lately." I muttered. I am going to regret this so much later. "So, I was too scared to tell Mr. Moore that." I could feel my face heat up from embarrassment.
There was a pause of silence. I slowly glanced at Cherry and I was caught off guard by her eyes sparkling in anticipation. "You've been talking with a boy!?" She whisper-yelled. "For how long!? Since when!?" She kept bombarding me with overbearing questions.
I hushed while pushing her back in to her chair. "It hasn't been long, maybe a month?" I whispered.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked hurt evident in her voice by the lack of communication on my side.
"Because I wasn't sure about him yet and I only wanted to introduce him to you and Brandon after I was sure." I said quickly.
Man, I should have become an actress or something. I have been lying up a storm. Well… it's not really lying though. I have been talking to a guy, but that guy is not a love interest but an unstable person who I have to keep in check to protect everyone.
Life sucks honestly.
Cherry nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah…I get it. Has he been good to you?"
My body went completely rigged and I couldn't help but stammer. "Y-yeah sure." I couldn't even smile properly which Cher caught on.
"Has he hurt you!?" She yelled in her normal voice this time causing some colleagues to turn their eyes and heads in our direction making them wonder what was going on.
I just nodded my head while smiling apologetic to them for the noise that we made and they all silently turned back to their work.
"No, he hasn't", will you just calm down already?" I whisper yelled.
"You sure?" She asked.
"Of course! I would have already asked you for help if that was the case." I smiled trying to put her at ease, but she had none of that and kept glaring at me in disbelieve.
"Cher, please…" I begged.
"There's something going on, but you can't tell me about it?" She asked.
I nodded silently.
She sighs slouching further back into her chair running her fingers through her hair in slight frustration. "I get it." She said. "Just please…tell me…tell even Brandon if something is really amiss, okay?" She pleaded.
I smiled, not because she dropped the subject but because she's an awesome friend. "I promise." I said. "So, let's get to work, shall we? Otherwise we might have to pull an all-nighter."
"Yeah, we don't want that. I also promised Brandon that I would come home early. He became such a worrywart after the homicide." She talked like she was slightly annoyed by Brandon's action, but I knew that she was enjoying every bit of attention that she is getting from her man.
I giggled and went quickly back to my seat.
