It was 9:15 in the morning and I was fucking done. Done with this job, shitty boss, shitty apartment, shitty neighbors, and this shitty coffee. I threw my to-go coffee cup in the trash bin beside the elevator and pressed the down button. My toes tapped impatiently on the tile, feeding my hostile energy. My phone buzzes in my skirt pocket, I take it out while I go into the elevator.
I can't believe him! Are you okay?
My BFF that works in the cubicle next to mine texted me.
I'm so fucking done, dude. I sent him an email saying I was, along with an email to HR. I'm buying the next plane ticket to anywhere hot as soon as I get to the apartment.
Hold up, I'm coming with you! Fuck this place with the sexual harassment.
I waited for her in the parking deck, smiling at the thought of this newspaper crumbling without two of the seven employees, two that do almost all the work without sucking the boss off. I put my phone away sliding it back into my coat pocket. As I look up I slam into a hard wall.
Then the hard wall catches me from falling on my ass.
"Jeez, watch it asshole." I exclaim.
"You were the one not watching where you were going, maybe if you could do more than one thing besides breathing when you walk this wouldn't have happened." The voice growled back at me.
This motherf...
I look up to lay into the voice and lock eyes with a steel-blue fire. A type of fire that burns cold. They glare back at my chocolate brown ones, I swear if he could freeze my heart he would. My mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. His glare lessons somewhat while I gape at him. His hand on my elbow produces so much warmth it's a contradiction to his eyes still startling me into silence, a rare feat considering my last boyfriend said, "You never shut the fuck up" before cutting things off.
"Listen here, dickhead. I'm having the worst day of the worst week of the worst year of my life. I've been harassed by my boss, my apartment flooded and my landlord does not give two shits, and my coffee order got mixed with someone's or something because it tasted like ass ground up in more ass. So excuse me if I'm not paying attention walking to my car to hurry and leave this hellhole of a job I used to work at. Maybe you should have compassion before laying into someone, buddy." I breathe out feeling pretty proud I said all that without crying. His eyes widen and I detect a bit of embarrassment covering his chiseled cheeks.
"I'm sorry, you're right. My mood doesn't concern you, at least not directly. Did you say harassed by your boss?" He asks, barely getting that last part out with his teeth grinding. I roll my eyes and laugh bitterly.
"Yeah, he's the prick with the broken dick and bloody nose in the hallway on the 4th floor, can't miss him." I see the corners of his mouth turn up as if he's almost proud of me. He would look so nice with a smile, not that he doesn't look nice. The man is model-worthy, tall, with dark hair, blue eyes, clean shave, killer jawline, cheeks that could cut glass, full lips that seem soft as pillows in contrast to all the rest of him, lean but muscled. He wears suits well. In normal circumstances, I would ask for his number, but my mood isn't in the right place.
"I'm sorry for that, too. I'm Derrick and here on behalf of the company to close this branch anyway. All employees get severance pay for a year benefits included. And since this went into effect at 8 am this morning, your email with your resignation, Rebecca, is of no concern to this package. The HR complaint is still a concern as Gerald will be held accountable, your reason for leaving will actually speed up your funds to your account promptly. He should've been fired sooner, if you have any questions, feel free to reach out. I wrote my number on the back." He nods and hands me a card and walks into the elevator at the same time my BFF Sam walks out. Unlike me, she actually looks when walking and her jaw drops at the backside of Derrick.
HOOOOTTTT,
she mouths to me.
"Now they hire someone I wouldn't mind forcefully shoving himself down my throat?" She asks me with incredulity. I laugh at her bluntness, she's not wrong though, I admit as my temper fades.
"He's actually here to close the place down. Check your email." I tell her as I relay what all happened since my last text.
"Holy shit, fuck yeah! Vacay mode activated! Let's go get tits out in Miami!" She exclaims happily. We high-five and load up in the car heading back to her apartment since mine is under water. She starts packing her suitcase with the essentials since we're just going to buy new everything since we booked a last-minute flight and have no time, plus all of my shit besides what's in my purse.
Heading to our seats on the plane, I'm shocked my funds from the severance are already in my account. I had a little savings to get me by for a couple of months, but this is definitely more zeros than I was anticipating. I raise my brows and show Sam.
"That what crazy fast."
"Yeah," she says in shock too, "the email says it could be up to a week, you must have made a good impression of Derrick." She wriggles her brows at me before putting her eye mask on and settling into the long flight.
"Yeah, must have," I mutter, thinking it all over and remembering his card he gave me that's still in my coat pocket.
The few hours of napping did my stress levels well, allowing me the first bit of rest I've had in weeks. I nudged Sam awake and indicated that we were in the landing stage and she started stretching her limbs.
"Gotta love first class, bitch." She laughed as I grinned down at her.
She was so right, since I seemed to have gotten an advancement on my severance, I treated us to first class and the five-star hotel on the beach. We also changed our destination, fuck Miami, we're in Hawaii. Stepping off the plane and the sunshine blasting us with warmth felt orgasmic, to say the least. I looked at my best friend and grinned wickedly.
"Let's go freshen up and get the Hawaii experience." We laughed and took an Uber to the hotel. Once we checked in, showered the plane smell off of us, dolled up our faces, and a quick blowout, we headed to the shops for a new wardrobe. We both bought three string bikinis each more scandalous than the next, a couple of dresses, bras and underwear, and comfy t-shirts and shorts we were set for a week or so. We went back to the hotel to change, I changed into the hot pink bikini set with the matching see-through wrap around my waist and slid on my black sandals. Doing another once over in the mirror, my dark liner and heavy lashes expertly applied, bold red lips, my dark hair in perfectly messy beach waves, I grin at myself satisfied with my appearance.
"Let's go, bitch. I'm pouring us two shots each for a pregame!" I yell at Sam.
"I'm coming, Bex chill. Not all of us can be as hot of a whore as you." She comes out of the bathroom grinning at me. She teases but this woman is the definition of a blonde bombshell, curves in all the right places, bright blue eyes, tiny waist, barbie in the truest form.
"I don't know, you're giving me a run for my money." I wink at her and slide two shots over, we cheers and down both in succession.
