“Miss Madroi?” My head peaked up to the door where a man stood, holding it open.“Yes.” I stood, my ass burning from all the hours I had spent on that chair. “Can you please follow me.” “Great.” I was going crazy in that boardroom alone. I put my gadgets in my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Honestly I had done a lot of work in the two hours sitting there but the hunger would soon knock me down. We walked into the hall, no one else there. If I had my husband’s number I would have blasted his phone a long time ago.

The work I had would give a bull an overload. I had spent two full days buying online with no care for the time nor money. A week later I had a five metre standing desk. Walking around it took some energy. On it was a custom fifty seven inch ultrawide monitor. My office iPad was before me, my keyboard down. The extra adjoined space was turned to a planning and meeting room. It had a smart table that blew even my mind. You could write and draw on it, not just one person but multiple people could draw a design together on the table! The chairs were the best since many hours would be spent in the office and the walls were covered by screens which were responsive to touch meaning we could write, draw, basically do anything we can do on the iPads. I had turned my office into a tech’s heaven. The IT guys couldn’t stop marveling, Naomi even screamed and jumped around as we set up everything. A coach sat opposite my office desk, a cute bookshelf next to it and a few plants here and th

“It’s fifteen minutes to nine!” It was the only greeting I would get. Sweat beads rolled down my forehead from running and panicking. I threw my bags everywhere, throwing my shoes off and pulling clothing as I went. I shut the bathroom door. My hands were shaking as I moved as fast as I could. It felt as if I had eight hands as I took the shortest shower I ever would in my whole life. I had planned to soak and shave but who was I kidding. I sneaked in a two minutes shave of my legs and armpits.“ Come on woman!” I jumped out, if not in my di

My whole centre burned intensely. “Uhm…” I tried to think of an answer but all my brain could do was concentrate on the pain. It hit like a wrecking ball. I shook my head trying to clear my head with no luck.Eyes stared still, waiting. “Are you okay sweety?” All I could do was nod my head and force a smile. My posture bent a little, thinking that would ease the pain but nope. Just a few more hours, I told myself. The conversation continued without me then I felt something else snap and shit I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned so fas

It was security I never realized I craved. The curve of my fingers on his shirt. His warmth sifted through the hospital sweats I had been gifted. It was his scent flowing through my nostrils and somehow I could feel it’s effect down to my toes. I picked it apart ingredient by ingredient as if I were suddenly an expert on scents. It was the feel of his muscles just fabrics away. It was always romantic when a guy carried a woman in the movies and I had always scoffed because I was convinced no man would carry me. Storm held me to him even in the car. I lay on him fighting the clouds of fatigue with exhaustion wilting me away. It was just after midnight, the day finally gone with a new one upon us. The date would be marked in my journal because of how eventful it was. I held on as if he was my life line. I won’t lie, for me it was magical breathing his scent in, held like a baby by my husband. “You want to get food?” Food was the very reason we were in the predicament we wer