Epoch | JENLISA | on-going

Life's A Bitch

No. No. No.

I shouldn't be here.

That's what I first thought while running my sweaty palms up and down on my black slacks. My hands were shaking and I tried to stop it by clenching them into fists but it was just shaking so terribly that my nails started to dig on my palms and draw small crescents there.

Run. I should run.

Yes. Yes. That's what I should do. I stood up from the chair and pivoted towards the door. I heard someone call for me but I didn't look back. I just kept walking and walking. I shouldn't be here.

I shouldn't have-

A strong grip yanked me back and I stumbled on my heels. Goddamn! I was so close to the door.

"Not so fast." She made turn to face her and I almost couldn't recognize her. Her hair was pulled into a neat ponytail where I could see no loose strands peeking. She was wearing a white suit that looked so much like-

I gasped.

I inched forward and stared at her dumbfounded, "And here I thought you're already malnourished."

She chuckled but her grip on my arm was still tight. "Don't start now. Let's go, Ms. Kim."

I didn't move an inch from where we were and stood my ground. "No."

She released her hold on me and sighed. "No?"

"No." I shook my head and ran my fingers on my hair. "I shouldn't be here. I-I can't accept this after-"

She tugged my arm and we went to the sides. She looked around before holding my hands. "Listen. Do this for you, okay? You were stupid. With all the things that happened before but please. Please don't be stupid now. She offered this to you and you need this. Please don't back out now."

You were stupid before... aren't I still?

After a minute of silence, I slowly nodded my head. She breathed in a sigh of relief and removed the lint on my clothes. She gave my hands a gentle squeeze before sauntering back to the hall.

"Follow me please."

I quietly did and when we were in the elevator, I couldn't help but stare at her reflection. She looked so expensive with her high heels and an armani suit that I had to bite the insides of my cheeks to keep my insecurities at bay. I tried to stop but once my gaze settled on my reflection, I couldn't help but pity myself.

Compared to what she was wearing, mine wasn't tailored cut for me. Mine was from different stores and a lot cheaper than hers. The blazer was from a thrift shop down the street that would offer discounts once you sweet talk the old lady enough. The black slacks was the one I used when I took the oath after I passed the bar. It was almost new(since I dont use it often because I'm jobless) but it's a snug fit in some areas. I had to make it work for me to look presentable enough but you'll notice the difference if I stood too close with someone like her.

She's wearing a fucking Armani suit and it looked fucking stunning on her. She probably sensed me staring so she quietly whispered, "I'll explain it to you. I swear."

Before I could reply, the elevator doors opened and I was greeted by a huge expanse of an open floor space littered with small cubicles and everyone seemed to be busy. They were bustling here and there and there was a buzz of a murmur that echoed in the place.

I raised my eyebrow in question but kept it in.

This place is a fucking mess.

She nodded to a couple of people here and there and lead me to a much more secluded area which I assume will lead to her office.