13-good/bad day

Liana Moore

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I woke up feeling pathetic in all ways possible. You would think my day to die had arrived but unfortunately, I was very much alive, and I was required to go to work and face Oliver.

His words rang in my brain like a Catholic hymn song. It was as if he said them to me but I just overheard him. I hated to assume things but definitely, I was the pathetic employee he hired back. What was bothering me was the part where I was playing a role in his game.

It was draining my good brain cells. Every passing second felt like it was eradicating my skin, leaving me in a skeleton state.

A part of me urged me that he was not talking about me. But again, none of the employees who were fired was hired again. None. So I was his pathetic employee playing a fucking unknown role.

I sighed and then grabbed my handbag. It was my brown huge handbag that could fit a newborn baby. I loved it mostly for its space to fit some few stuff I would need for my day. Mostly I packed breakfast prep