Babysitting Mr Powers' Daughter

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cut that led to my workplace. With the way I drove,

happen. It would have been tedious t

ived at my

rabbed my bag and ran in

while I hoped within me that my friend was able

y office but I was breathing so ha

e of my desk, I leaned against the wall

the voice of my partner, Sa

to achieve normal breathing, I manag

ed in front of me, and the bottle of wate

st that Sam couldn't hel

left me and I finally became normal. I then motio

lenient with you this time around. H

was already threatenin

, very distant as I dejectedly we

ally around. Honestly, I wouldn't be surp

t the one stable thing in

in my throat, I came back t

ew years have been rough for you. But the lifestyle you chose to deal with your pain is destroying you.

ed by the firm voice of my boss who merc

have given in to my weak knees and fallen. But her su

here the fuck

s is madly

headed to the boss's, jammin

it was said, his hands

s office. When I made it to his office, I took a moment to catch my brea

mornin

arranged at one side, and a laptop in the centre. Two picture frames and

eyes to connect with mine and I just knew that I was screwed. His face d

when he got up and pushe

ked towards me. A few seconds later, he stopped and stared

in my sight on the white tiles. Then I began to dread the s

he uncomfortable silence but he

"Look at

self to stand strong. I was starting to feel a slight h

time you came late to work, you said it wouldn't happen again. You have used that stateme

had a board meeting today where I was meant to submit the work I assign

ind his desk. He stared out of the window and said, "I am sorry Miss Sands but we can't condone such an attitude.

s, it was almost as though

at I had been keeping in, my

on of whether I would be fine, I just nodded and wal

e a bag of rice. I heard Samantha approach me and when she made it to m

into the room and the pain

f-chocolate scent teased my senses as

ry. I cried about my

go, I began to wail, so much that I began to get cooing voic

sorry," she said, the tone

ght, and asked, "Why are you sorry? I... I brough

der and my crying t

my tears refus

equent jerking of my body, I

of tears off and t

she did not believe me, she rel

and dropped it on my desk. Grabbing my phone too, I got up and faced

ntha. But, I should be on my way to ful

l help you pack up. So go home and rest." I nodded and made t

and appreciated the war

op living a reckless nightlife. Please

ed that my tears wouldn't co

to communicate that she wa

d reminded me that she would

y recently changed life while feeling like the zombie I feared that