5.| Margaret.

"It's Friyay!" I say with enthusiasm as I jump on my bed with my back.

"Thank the heavens above that I don't have to see that rude boss of mine." I roll my eyes.

The rest of the week was silence. I greeted him and he did his usual ignoring me routines. We only spoke to schedule his meetings and get him things that he needed.

I jump off the bed and strip naked on my way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes.

I walk into the shower and switch the water warm but more to the hot side.

I let the hard droplets massage my back for a moment and begin scrubbing my skin softly.

After my shower I put on comfy summer pajamas and pick up my trail of clothes as I walk to the laundry room.

I walk to the living room and start scrolling through the TV.

If I was back in South Africa right now, my friends would be dragging me to a club, party, house warming or a street bash which I never knew how they always found one.

After an hour of watching random shows, I give up and retire to my bed.

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"Letta. Letta! Leathabiel Tiau!" A rough voice shouts and jump out of bed.

"Is the house on fire!" I shout as open my eyes from my heavy sleep.

Once my eyes are all open and filled less sleep, I notice who this beauty sleep killer is.

"Mr. Richardson." I say in a deep voice feeling the anger rise in me as I glare daggers at the man.

"Morning to you too Letta." He smirks.

I look down at my attire and grab the sheets, covering myself.

I clear my throat. "Mr. Richardson what at you doing in my room, let along my apartment?"

"You're late. You were neither in the elevator or at the car. Glen said you never came so I came up here to look for you in you're apartment." He explains and I nod my head.

"What exactly was I late for?" I tilt my head slightly.

"I thought you were smart. You are late for work." He sighs in defeat.

"What work?! It's Saturday!" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Listen here Ms. Africa." He starts and I jerk my head back in shock. "I don't care how they do things in Africa but here we work when the boss works. If I say we don't work today, we don't. If I say we do, we work. And I SAY TODAY WE WORK!" He shouts turning a tomato red shade.

"You're red. Are you okay?" I say pointing at his face.

He rolls his eyes and walks out of my room.

"Get dressed we're already late." He says before closing my bedroom door.

"How'd he get in here?" I ask myself as I make my bed.

Once I'm done, I walk to my bathroom and quickly brush my teeth and strip before taking a quick shower.

When I'm done, I wrap the towel around my body and lock my bedroom door before moisturizing my body with lotion.

I walk to my closet and pick out black wide leg trousers and match it with a white halter neck shirt. For shoes I wear white stilettos which can bearly be seen because of the trousers.

I take out my makeup bag which I still haven't set out because I work like a maniac.

I brush my hair and I apply on some blood red matte lipstick.

Once I feel like all is looking well for work, I unlock and leave my room.

I walk to the living room and find Mr. Richardson on his phone.

Instead of implying that we leave, I walk to the kitchen and start making breakfast.

I make a full on english breakfast.

"What are you doing?" He asks in a deep ruspy voice.

"Making breakfast. You want?" I turn to him and he rolls his eyes and takes a seat at the island.

"Suit yourself." I say under my breath.

Once I'm all done making my breakfast, I clean up and start eating.

"Where's my smoothie?" He asks while I'm mid eating.

I quickly swallow and face him. "What smoothie?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"The one which you haven't delivered to me for about two days." He says and I continue eating.

I finish up eating and place my dishes in the sink.

"You said you don't it the other day and so I took as you ain't feeling them anymore." I shrug.

"No, I said that I wasn't in the mood for a smoothie that day." He says and I shrug nonchalantly.

"Either way, it kind of seemed like you were fed up with my smoothies." I grab my phone from the counter.

"Are you coming or what because I don't want to work, so I wouldn't mind staying home on a weekend." I say and he gets up and we leave my apartment.

We walk to the elevator in silence and to the car in silence. The whole ride to the office was quiet although it was a bit short because traffic was less.

We enter the building and part ways as I prefer to take the stairs instead of the elevator because this silence is hard tension that could be cut with a butcher knife.

I start walk up and up and up and up and up. I look at what floor I'm at and realise that I'm only still on the 8th floor.

"I won't manage." I say to myself while catching my breath.

"You will if you take the elevator." A man's says from behind.

He walks and stands beside me with a smile on his face.

"Great idea." I straighten myself up and we both walk to the elevator.

"My name is Derrick and yours is?" He reaches his hand out.

"Lethabile but everyone calls me Letta." I shake his hand.

"You new here?" He asks. "I've never seen you around." He adds.

"Uh actually I am. I am the CEO's PA." I say and he nods.

"Then what were you doing on the eighth floor when you should've been on the 60th by now?"

"I was irritated with my boss so I took the stairs, only punishing myself." I chuckle to myself.

The elevator opens on the 58th floor and Derrick walks out. "See you around." He says and the elevator closes.

It reopens on the last floor and I walk out.

I turn the knob on my door and scream in surprise when I find someone sitting in my chair.

Mr. Richardson comes to my office in a rush.

"What's wrong?" He questions and follows my glare to the chair.

"Margaret." We say in unison in distaste.

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