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41

Karma's a bitch

Ariya

Incoming call from: William

I shook my head before turning my phone upside down on my desk.

"He's still calling?" Khyson asked.

"He came by last night, I didn't open the door but he was banging for a solid ten minutes." I shuffled the papers around on my desk.

"He's been calling down the company line too." He shook his head. I sighed in embarrassment before running a hand over my head.

"I started writing again." I spoke lowly.

"That's good.. to get your mind off things?" I stared into his eyes before looking down. Then back up before waving my hand at him.

"Keep this to yourself please, I just-go get some work done." I cracked him a small smile before he nodded and walked off.

I tried busying myself in work all day, but nothing seemed to take my mind off what had happened only a couple hours ago.

It's just been so unexpected that I don't know how to feel. It seemed so out of place, so terribly mistaken, something I know William would never do.

He's never been a heavy drinker, ever. We've went to many clubs and bars, he's never gotten so drunk. I didn't get it, it didn't make sense. It was all so much.

Just what I needed in my life.

Suddenly my phone began to ring before I picked up the phone and sighed.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ariya, it's Vera there's someone down here for you."

Oh gosh.

"Who?"

"William, he says it important."

I have to face him sooner or later.

"I'll be down in a sec." I nodded. Before standing up I rummaged through my purse before pulling out the orange pill bottle.

Twisting the cap off while shaking one into my hand.

Down it went.

I smoothed my skirt down while casually making my way down the elevator and out into the reception area in the lobby.

"Outside, now!" I snapped at him while brushing past him and hoping he'd follow.

I manoeuvred myself through the revolving doors and stood on the curb as he scurried beside me. Wrapping my arms around myself while staring up. Every breath causing a steam cloud to arise from my lips.

"Ariya I'm so sor-"

"No! Cut the crap! Why are you here!?"

"Please don-"

"Why!? Cuz you're hungover!?"

He flinched at my words as I let my eyes drink in his appearance. The bags under his eyes, a stained white tee on his chest with black sweats. He was completely hung over.