Chapter 61: Not Your Punching Bag
(Arata)
The next day, they left with Stella leaving my heart extremely burdened. I tried not to cry, but when I hugged Baba, a few tears slipped out and soaked into his pristine white shirt.
"Don’t hesitate to call and take care of yourself. Text me daily whenever you reach home from the office," Baba left me several instructions and I assured him I would.
"If you ever need me, just text; you know I will come instantly." Stella offered me a tight hug and whispered in my ear. "Don’t forget to share the juicy tidbits about you know." I had to suppress a smile at her words, knowing she was just trying to make me laugh.
Mom put on a bold front, "I have raised you strong and confident, never let anyone break that conviction of yours. Remember, it’s all here." She pointed to my head.
"I know, I will miss you guys. Give grandma my love." After many hugs and teary goodbyes, my family left and I got late for work.
Damn! Karsten was going to be livid at me.
I sent a hasty text to Miranda that I would be slightly late so deliver him coffee at least.
Rushing to my Lexus RZ, whose colour resembled my natural hair, I hurriedly got in. Driving like a mad woman, I honked at other vehicles to let me pass and even swearing. After 10 minutes of reckless driving and many many seething glares from the other drivers, I finally arrived at my office building and rushed inside, hoping my wig wouldn’t fly away and my glasses wouldn’t fall.
Luckily, I had chosen to wear pumps and a pantsuit today instead of a skirt. It helped me freely move. The elevator dinged and I glanced at my phone. There were three missed calls from Miranda.
15 MINUTES....