The Beginning of a Bad Day in the Office
Meridian Hayden was sure today was going to be a bad day. Friday's were supposed to be good. First of all looking in the mirror first thing I the morning she looked like she'd been hit in the face, oh yeah she had been. It wasn't too swollen but she wasn't sure she'd be able to hide the black and blue with makeup. Hand prints were on arms where the guy had caught her. She decided to call her old friend Connor. He had moved here recently. Very few people knew her past. She was having a foreboding feeling of something bad happening.
Damn I hate this.
"Hey Connor, it's M. I wanted to say hi and I'm having the wonky something bad is coming feeling. I feel it's for me but if you're out and about watch your back; you're the first person that came to mind. Now erase my message and call me silly, miss ya!"
Damn she thought as she was running late to work. Another fight with Ken before work. He believed her when she said she slipped on the stairs. He actually looked like he was going to hit her this morning before throwing a cup of coffee at her during their fight. Her throwing one back was surely going to cause a fight again tonight.
Yeah this marriage is going to work out well; I'll probably hold the pillow over his face with my knees while he is sleeping waiting for his death on our honeymoon. If this is love I need to start eating glass with a shot of drain cleaner afterwards.
The jerking of the hot and smelly subway car brought her back to reality. The man behind her practically ran her over while she was trying to exit. She flew out of the subway car. "Damn it, watch were you are going!" she screamed as she fell on the platform and now her heal was broken.
At least she kept an extra set in her backpack along with a Berretta 92FS fitted with a custom silencer and 3 extra clips were hidden in her purse in the backpack. She had a purse with a fake side shielded from security x-ray machines. It was still a habit to carry it. If her fiancé knew all the guns she had hidden around their flat he would certainly freak out. They needed to talk this weekend.
Am I GI Jane marrying a Ken doll? Great, she thought, just 2 weeks as a new daytime executive assistant to a top Chicago Billionaire and she's late to the office in Chicago. All I want is for him to take me on his desk. Damn it M, get a grip he's your boss and you just need a good lay. Oh shit, I'm not even married and in a relationship not getting laid.
"Whew", she said as she arrived in her office and quickly changed shoes. Everything was set for the new CEO of London, Mr. Logan Tiernay, and new President of London office, Mr. Drake Gaudet, of Benedict Imports. They were expected at 9:30 am. It was 8:40, enough time to check with Mr. Benedict and prepare for the meeting. She walked to Mr. Benedict's office to check on any last minute details.
"Good Morning Marcus, everything is set up in your conference room for the meeting at 9:30. Lunch reservations are confirmed. Both of their flights were on time and they arrived at their hotel without any problem. Is there anything you need assistance with?" she said.
"Good Morning Meridian, sounds like everything is wonderful. I just finished the final details. Can you step in and close the door. I wanted to talk to you for a minute about yesterday" he said.
Shit, this is going to be a bad day, I'm gonna lose my job after yesterday's lust session.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry about getting carried away yesterday. It was entirely inappropriate for me to do that especially with you getting married. I was a cad. I hope you can forgive me and will still stay working for me. I promise to behave myself." There he said it.
He then took a good look at her and realized the bruised cheek that looked like she had been hit. He also thought he saw hand prints on her arms she tried to hide with makeup.
"Yes, you should feel extremely bad about it. (He started to frown) It's not like I launched myself at you and attacked you like a 15 year old. I will accept your apology and add in my own" she grinned and giggled. He started to smile and laughed. He then stepped up to her putting his hand under her chin and turning her face so he could see the bruising on her cheek.
"Ok, I have to ask. You look like you got hit. Makeup is not doing a good job hiding it or the hand print. Please tell me Ken didn't hit you last night."
"Honestly, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me" he said while trying to control his anger
. If Ken had hit her he would make sure the guy disappeared and died a violent death.
