Two weeks later.

I’ve been avoiding Topper as much as possible. We barely talk and I avoid going into his office. I told him to stay away but he wouldn’t listen, so I decided to keep distance myself. I have been acting like he is invisible and I can tell that it bothers him. Very much. Every time he passes by my desk, he glances at me, waiting for me to say something but I pretend to be busier than ever. I love my work and I am not going to let another human being ruin what I love most, by distracting me.

He sent me flowers last week, but I threw them away. I don’t want anything to do with him at all.

Right now as I am busy typing away on my computer, I hear the soft tapping of heels against the floor and I look up when I hear…

“Meghan, darling!”

It’s my other best friend. Beverly Philips. We work together, she had gone on a one month holiday and now, she’s finally back.

I quickly push my chair back and squeak as I run to her and pull her into a tight bear hug.

“Bev! Oh, I’ve missed you,” my eyes scan her body, “And I gotta say, Miami made you even more drop-dead gorgeous. Look at you!” I say as I gesture towards her full figure.

“Girl, stop,” she chortles, making everyone around aware of her presence, “Hey everybody,” she waves at the people around the room seated behind various desks and they wave back delightfully. We had all missed her. She’s literally the source of joy around here.

“How have you been? And how was your trip back? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” I ask.

“So many questions, dear. Okay, the flight was okay, I’ve been more than great and Miami was pure bliss, I tell you. Also, I wanted to surprise you. I actually arrived two days ago and I was supposed to clock in today,” she says, her eyes twinkling, enthusiasm quite clear in her voice as we walk to my desk, hers is right next to mine.

“So, anything new I should know?” I ask as I prop my elbows on the desk and she pulls her chair and sits down majestically, then, she clears her throat and wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“So I met this guy–” she begins and I squeal, unintentionally cutting her off.

“Oh, my goodness. Tell me more. Who is this guy? Where is he now? Is he fine? Hmm?” I ask impatiently and she chuckles lightly.

“Calm down, sis. We’ve only just started dating. I met the guy in Miami although he told me he’d want to visit me here at my home place this weekend and girl… He. Is. Fine! Finer than Channing Tatum if you ask me, but…I’ll tell you his name later,” she says as her eyes dart to the front and I follow her line of sight, the manager is approaching us.

“Hello, Miss Phillips. Glad you are back. It is Friday, you can go home. Come back on Monday and start working,” he says, his thick accent making his English sound like a foreign language. He is smiling broadly at us and I do agree with him. It’s better if Bev starts working on Monday.

“Great then. I’ll see you all on Monday,” Bev says excitedly while standing from her seat and the manager leaves.

“Oh, hey, I heard Mr. Lawrence went on a trip, who is taking his place?” she asks, descending back into her seat.

I inhale and exhale deeply before replying.

“You’ll get to see him once you get to work on Monday,” I say nonchalantly, “he’s also a very busy person.”

“Well then, I have got to go shopping for a cute dress, because I have a hot date tomorrow,” she squeals, a wide grin taking over her gorgeous face.

Meghan smiling confidently

“Alright, alright. I get it, you have a fine date tomorrow and I don’t. You don’t have to rub it in my face,” I roll my eyes and she chuckles.

“Don’t worry, there are so many men out there who would love to take you out,” she says while patting my shoulder.

“Like who? I haven’t gone on a date in two years!” I whine just as Dylan walks up to us with a smile on his face.

“Like Dylan,” Bev says and I gasp loudly, afraid that he heard her.

“What have I done?” he asks when he stops in front of my desk and I look away as color begins creeping up my cheeks.

“Nothing,” Bev says as she chuckles, “Oh, how I have missed you, Dylan. Bring it in,” she says, her arms wide open, waiting for Dylan to hug her and he does.

“Welcome back, you diva. This whole place has been a ditch full of negativity ever since you left. Meghan nearly lost her mind while trying to come up with a pitch to bring up the sales–” Dylan says but I cut him off.

“I haven’t finished that yet, I’m still working on it and honestly I am not that good at it,” I huff, “It’s crazy.”

“I didn’t know someone was upgraded, why didn’t you tell me?” Beverly asks while drilling a finger into my shoulder.

“Mr. Lawrence sent her an email last week, gave her the task, and told her to pitch her ideas next week, on Monday,” Dylan points out and I nod.

“I can help. Why don’t we work on it today, it’s still early, we can do this, right Meg?” she asks.

“Oh, thank goodness! I know you have a lot of ideas and we’ll be able to finish drafting everything by the end of the day. I’ll take you shopping after work, I promise,” I tell her and pull her into a bear hug.

Later in the evening when we’re done shopping for a dress. I buy us dinner at a restaurant as we catch up. When I go back home, I’ll ensure I get some good night’s sleep and begin working on the presentation very early tomorrow. I want to make sure that everything is perfect and everything goes well on Monday.

Bev is such a life saver.

Written by: Anthea Kioko

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