"I'll get to the office as soon as possible" she waved frantically at her friends- Phoebe and Allison as the train disappeared into the dark tunnel.
"Now, I have to find a way out. I cannot believe this is happening to me again! I need to get to the office before that grumpy Miles does" she complained as she shook her head in dismay.
"Having problems? John is ready to help, just name the place and we'll be there in no time"
"Oh, John, how are you?" she asked with a faint smile.
"Stop asking, if I am not fine, I won't be here, need any help?" he asked, his voice laced with hesitation.
"Mount hill"
With a cheerful look and a carefree smile, John cracked the door open smoothly as he directed her smooth entry.
"V.I.P treatment for a lovely customer"
She smiled as she stared at John, never has she ever met a man like him.
He was indeed always cheerful, despite the odds.
"Don't you ever get tired of having to live like this, John?" she inquired.
"Of course, I do, but one must learn to move with the tide so as not to drown in the ocean"
"Wow, I wish my boss could be like you. He does not understand anything" she complained.
John smiled.
"Do you understand everything?" he asked.
His words hit her, but she overlooked.
Maybe she had not much of understanding, but she still had a little sympathy.
"I might not be all wise and all, but I am nothing like him" she defended.
"But that is not the question, you are not like him, because you are not him."
"Exactly, I knew you would understand" she said with a smile and a sigh of relief.
"The question is… who would you become if you were him?"
She stared plainly at the man in utter disbelief. Although he asked a question, she had no answer.
She had no way of replying.
"You see, you should never judge a person, even when you sail on the same boat… your minds, doings, upbringing, memories are different, and these things makes your personalities differ"
She smiled as she crossed her arms around her chest.
"If you say so, John, I'll try to understand him, I promise"
"Well, V.I.P customer, I give you Mounthill"
"You are such a godsend" she stated as she alighted from the car.
"No need to pay me, we will meet next time" he said and drove away, leaving her with no other option than to comply.
She walked into the company with seized breath, every step she took was heavier and dangerous than the last- or so she thought.
"Bravo! As a worker in such a prestigious company, you dare to arrive late… again!"
"Not now Booze, do you mind?"
"Of course, I would not want to get on the bad side of the boss's personal assistant now, would I?" his tone was filled with mockery.
But she cared less, all she wanted to know was if the boss was in the building. If he was… that would spell doom for her.
"You are not someone I would love to meet every morning"
Without hesitation, she continued in her tracks, she had to get into the building before Miles does and that was all that mattered.
"I am not sure there's going to be a next time" Booze informed.
She felt the malicious joy that overwhelmed him.
Roxy stopped in her tracks, fidgeting.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"When you step in, you'll understand" he said and hurriedly walked away with a smile.
She knew she was done for, if Miles was in the building there was no possibility of surviving the insults- with or without an excuse.
"Gather yourself Roxy"
The dark blue eyed waited impatiently at the company's doorstep.
He was starting to get furious, and was about to explode… which equaled immediate demotion for that irresponsible lady.
She barged into the company, almost hitting him.
She met with his piercing gaze that bored her soul, making her heart to sink. She swallowed hard, her eyes wide with fear, as she stammered an apology.
"S-s-sorry, I'm late, sir. It won't happen again"
Her voice trembled slightly, and she avoided eye contact, fearing the wrath that might follow.
Her boss's imposing presence made her feel like a scolded child, although he had not said a single word, her anxiety palpable as she waited for his response.
But, instead of responding to her irritating chatters, he simply clapped at her face.
Then he restored his hands back to his pockets with a weird smile.
"Who's at fault today? The taxi driver maybe or was it the train driver? Did you drink too much yesterday? Were you feeling ill? Whatever it is, you can always share" Miles asked in an extremely sarcastic tone.
"I was…
"Cut the crap!" he yelled, acrimoniously.
She trembled.
Didn't he just say she could share? Why then was he not ready to listen?
"I am frustrated by your incessant excuses; it doesn't seem to ever end. You are a true definition of regret" he said, striding towards the elevator.
She squeezed her face unapologetically as she walked towards the elevator.