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Hello! I released the prologue of my story on Tumblr, but the official version is on Wattpad. Please visit Wattpad if you would like to read more ;)

Waiting For The Weekend - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1011501426-waiting-for-the-weekend-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=FatSheepShips&wp_originator=7NVlQduoxcQ3%2F%2FrEsKABYcp1dNa%2FR0WUhsfnyClzApnnqHCIwXKnFP6PC2prmi4pS324Z90BPjbKFo5I4%2BZLYQpJ4Zh7HQlNwtl56bWQ1SJMA7OesvUVYH1ZeOy8u0Pv

"Another night of overtime" you thought. You had dark bags under your eyes, suggesting that this was not your first overtime of the week. You heard an ominous growling sound and realized that you hadn't even gotten to eat during your lunch break. What you called lunch break was really just you spending five minutes playing flappy bird, and texting memes to your friends (a few worked in the same company, but in other departments). You worked at a very well known stock brokerage company and that came with a heavy workload. You had worked for this company for 4 years, going on 5, and you were just waiting for the weekend to roll around. It was taxing to sit in the office all day, and you felt like you were abusing your butt. It didn't help either that you had to take over a second job and were now trying to do the work of two people.

    You were the kind of person who would help someone with a project if you knew they were genuinely asking for help, but you would refuse if you knew someone was using your kindness. The fact of the matter was that this girl asked you to do her work and you said no. Then your boss, that d*mn manager, forced you to.

    The company you worked at was very successful, and part of that was appearance. The secretaries, at least the front desk secretaries, for the CEO were all picked based on appearance. It wasn't a train of thought you supported but you could also see why it was put in practice. Since they were picked (almost) solely on appearance, it meant that they were all amazingly attractive (you were surprised every time you saw them) and that all they were required to do was direct you where you needed to go and manage guests. That meant that all the work an executive assistant would normally be doing (organizing meetings, schedules, events, etc.) was done by a behind the scenes team of executive assistants.

    That was not you. You worked in the accounting (and occasionally statistics) department. So you were baffled when one of the front desk secretaries asked if you could "help" her. She was the average height with a slender waist and large hips. She had red lips, striking green eyes, and silky brown hair flowing down her back (a very pretty combination). You said that you would help by "showing her how to do it". So you were baffled when she came up to you and dropped a mountain of paper on your desk. She giggled cutely and then ran off. You sat there stunned. She was obviously taking advantage of the fact that you were willing to help her, but you were not however, willing to do it for her. You grabbed her stack of paper and walked after her. You made it to the front desk where she had already sat down and was texting on her phone.

      You walked right in front of her and stopped. The nameplate on the front of her desk read 'Lisa Chotter'. You cleared your throat and waited for her to look up at you. She finished what she was typing, sent it, and looked up at you. "Hi Lisa. I think I have papers that belong to you. I would be happy to show you how to do it and get you started, but I'm not going to do your work for you," you stated, your business smile in full affect. You were TRYING to give her the benefit of the doubt, even though you knew what she was doing.

      "Oh..... Fine." Her tone made it sound like she was the victim. You smiled at her and then said "Well, again, if you want me to SHOW YOU HOW, I can." Satisfied with that, you turned around and when back to your office.

      The day went mediocrely first about another 4 hours until it was 5 o'clock and everyone was getting ready to go home. Packing up your stuff was your second favorite thing about the day (the first was lunch, because dang they had good lunches in the company cafeteria) and you were ready to go home! You were semi-glad that Lisa didn't come to you for legitimate help. You wouldn't refuse it, but who in their right mind would ENCOURAGE extra work? And really, you knew that she was just trying to get out of doing her work, which you could relate to, but not if she wanted you to do it. You were stepping outside of your office (really just a glorified cubicle), when you saw the most disturbing thing in the office. Your manager.

      He was one of the sleaziest greaseballs you had ever met. 'Where did the company find him?Stuck up someone's as*?' you grumbled. You and that 'thing' didn't see eye to eye since the day you joined the company. He had tried to haze you like it was some kind of 'unspoken rule' that the rookies had to be treated like trash, or maybe it was just women. You didn't hate him until you saw him grab a female employee's thigh. You could tell she didn't like it, so you told him to stop. He sneered at you, and then forced a kiss on the employee. You could tell she was about to cry, so you warned him one more time. He only laughed so then you wound up and hit him right in the jaw. It was late at night so very few people were there to witness what the few witnesses would call "divine punishment".

      The female employee didn't want raise a fuss (against your advice), so she just put in a transfer, but since then the sleaze ball had always had a problem with you. You figured it was because you shattered his fragile ego.

    That's why when you saw him walking towards you right as you were about to leave, you felt a sense of dread. You could almost just push past him, make it to the doors and be home free, but even if you didn't like it, he was still your boss. You sat there as he slumped against your desk and said "So, I heard you told Lisa you wouldn't help her." This made you cock an eyebrow and look at him for a moment. You didn't understand what he said for a moment. 'I refused to help her!? What is that girl on?'

     "So I came to tell you that you have to do finish all of this work by the end of the week. That's all." He then proceeded to dump the exact same papers that you had returned to Lisa earlier that day on your desk. He walked out of the office and just as the door was about to close you saw him link arms with someone who looked suspiciously like Lisa.

     'Man I knew she wan't the nicest but she's a total biatch'. You slumped in your chair and realized it was going to be a long long week.