Chronicles Of One Night Stands

Cassie's POV

“I quit!” I shrieked as I slammed the files on my boss's table, and the shock on her face was enough to tell that I had screwed up, but I didn't care.

I never would have imagined that word could come out of my mouth after the years I spent at the news company trying to make a name for myself. I worked as a reporter at a broadcasting house, which had been my dream ever since I was young, but that wasn't my goal.

I wanted to be a news anchor, not just a reporter, and I thought that would be possible if I devoted all my life to making it work. I graduated top of my class, top of my peers during the internship, and the best junior reporter the broadcasting house ever had, but what was the use of that if your supervisor would never let you shine?

“What? Did you just say that to threaten me?” Ms Beatrice, my supervisor who had made my work life hell. She always stole the credits for my stories I covered or gave them to someone else, which had led me to not being promoted for 3 years.

“Threaten you? No, that's not a threat; I'm done! I have been tolerating your bullshit all this while, but I quit!” I said, as I slammed my resignation letter, which I had tucked away for a year now, that I never believed I would turn it in, but it was long overdue.

I wouldn't have come to my senses about Beatrice like every other time if she hadn't stolen an exclusive story I covered, and I had been promised a promotion if I covered it myself, but she gave it to a junior, which earned her a promotion and not me.

Wondering why she hated me? Didn't know, but I also didn't give a fuck.

“You are going to regret this... this insolent behavior; you will regret this!” She screamed, but I just scoffed. “No, I won't.”

“You think you are all there because you cover some stories, but let me tell you that there are thousands of you ready to take your place, so you better think twice before you make this mistake!” She rasped, and I had never seen Beatrice so out of breath. Perhaps this was God's reward for me; seeing Beatrice so uneasy on my last day was a good consolation that I needed.

“You think so? Then employ them,” I replied, as I walked out of the office. I noticed my team members were all looking at me like I had grown horns as I cleared out my desk because there were more cases like this in the past, and instead of getting angry, I swallowed everything up.

“Have you lost it? Are you really leaving? Don't get on Beatrice's bad side like this; you won't survive in this field!” My team members all bombarded me with worries, but instead of replying, I just bowed my head as I bade my final farewell and left.

None of them were my friends, so there was no reason to act like we were close. I walked with my head high until I got to my car, but immediately I got in and I broke down.

“Ahhh!” I screamed as I slammed my car wheels, pouring out my frustration. All my hard work these years just went down the drain; no sane person wouldn't lose their mind, but after my little show of frustration, I picked myself up.

I would rather not be anywhere close to the place, so I drove off, but I circled the city until it was evening. I stopped in front of a bar, and I felt it was the right place to be.

“Maybe I should just have a drink.” I blurted, and I didn't know if that was a good idea because I hadn't had a drink in a long time, and I couldn't hold my liquor well. “I will just have a glass.” I pouted as I got out of the car, but that turned out to be wrong.

“More!” I shrieked as I passed my glass to the bartender. If my brain hadn't fried yet, I should be on my fourth glass of whisky.

I completely ignored every one of the creeps as I drowned myself in the alcohol, but everything changed when he came around, taking a seat beside me, engulfing me in his scent that smells like fresh forest mixed with tobacco.

“Looks like you have too much to drink,” I heard the man who just took a seat beside me say, and I raised my head from my glass and wanted to take offense, but my words got stuck in my mouth as I saw the face of the man.

“I will be damned!” I breathed, as I froze, staring at his face. He has a well-sculpted face, with a perfect jawline and cheekbones, honey-brown hair, his full, bloodshot, plump lips, and his gray eyes staring into my soul. My face felt hot just locking gazes with him, but there was another part of my body that was hot…you know.

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