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It was just one of those days. I didn’t hear my alarm clock, couldn’t find matching socks, missed my bus and was thirty-four minutes late for work. Exactly. I know because my boss told me about sixteen times when I walked through the door. Everybody has one of those days every once in a while, but lately it seemed like every second day it was my turn to have one of those days. Everything was catching up on me and I was beginning to feel like I would never outrun any of my problems. When I got to my desk there were files piled high and I knew it was going to take me all day plus some over-time to get through them. Just my luck, I had arranged to cook dinner for Greg, my boyfriend of a year and a half, that night and had left him with instructions to set up what he could before I got home. I was going to have to call him now and tell him that I was going to be late and that most likely he would be fending for himself for dinner. I hated letting him down and breaking our plans, I loved to look after him with dinner because of the reward I’d get from him for dessert. I looked at the clock, ten past two, and I still had six full files to work on. On top of that I had just received an email from Jack McCarthy, the man in charge of the man in charge at my company. I was filled with dread even before I opened the email, and even more so after I’d read it. He wanted to meet with me at three o clock. Jack McCarthy was a sort of mythical figure around the office. Everyone knew he was there, watching, but no one had ever seen him. He came and left before and after everyone else and as his office was a floor above the open-plan office I shared with the rest of my collegues, nobody ever saw him. Granted we could have shared an elevator ride at one point or another but you would have never known it was him. I knew this meeting could only spell one thing for me. I was going to be fired to top off my already shit day. It was five to three bursa escort when I stood up to leave my office and take the walk of shame. I decided to take the stairs to waste another two minutes as I didn’t want to come across as too eager to be fired. I checked in with Mr. McCarthy’s receptionist and she told me that he wouldn’t be long and that I’d be called in a minute. My hands were shaking as I paced up and down the waiting area and when the receptionist told me that I could go in, my stomach literally flipped upside down. I don’t know what I was expecting McCarthy to look like, but it certainly wasn’t what I saw. We had guessed about his appearance in the office a few times but we were all so far off, it was scary. Instead of the fifty-something grey haired heavy set man we’d all imagined, was a man who was maybe thirty, blond hair, green eyes, tall and broad shouldered. I was certain I’d never shared an elevator ride with him because him, I would have remembered. I was so distracted by McCarthy’s looks that I completely forgot what I was doing in his office, it was only when he asked me to take a seat that I remembered that I had been summoned. He started his spiel the way I expected him to, told me that he noticed my work had been slipping of late, that I hadn’t been as focused as I usually was and that he’d had a few complaints from Paul, the office supervisor. I knew where this was heading, the files on my desk didn’t matter at all now as someone else would be working on them next week. “Is everything ok?”, McCarthy asked, I must’ve looked like I was about to cry but I nodded that it was, “It’s just that I’ve been in charge of this company for five years now and I’ve never seen such a great worker fall so quickly. I really don’t want to lose you so I need to know if there’s anything I can do for you as the man in charge.” What a turn around, I had expected to be fired but actually my boss was bursa escort bayan trying to help me. I decided that there was nothing to it but to be honest with him. I told him all about my odd socks and missed buses and not being able to outrun the bad things in life. He sympathised and told me that he felt like that at times and that there was nothing to it but to take a week off, maybe go on vacation, get some fresh air. I couldn’t believe my luck, such a bad day had suddenly gone in an amazing new direction. I was even told to take the rest of the day off, forget about the office for a while. I thanked McCarthy and left. I decided to surprise Greg by getting home early and preparing his favourite meal and for the first time in a long time, I had a spring in my step as I made my way there. I pushed open the door of my apartment, the door was always slightly jammed and there was a knack to it, and I could hear laughter but put it down to the neighbour’s t.v. simply being turned up too loud. I walked into the living room and noticed Greg’s jacket on the back of the couch. Strange, he usually worked until half five. I continued on into the kitchen forgetting about his jacket but as I opened the fridge to put the shopping away I heard an almighty moan. I knew straight away what was up. I stormed into my bedroom and found Greg on top of a strange girl doing what I knew Greg did best. I couldn’t believe my eyes and ten minutes later when I was sitting on the sofa crying I couldn’t remember what I had said or what I had thrown at them to make them up and leave. I loved Greg, and he was supposed to love me. He was supposed to care and I was certainly the only one he was supposed to be treating with his magic stick. Even cloudy with anger I knew how great he had made her feel. I knew how good Greg was and how he knew how to hit every spot. I was usually praising him left, right and centre for his skills, escort bursa but right now I was cursing them. The ups and downs of the day had me completely exhausted and with raw eyes I drifted off on the sofa. I couldn’t tell you how long I slept for but when the phone ringing woke me up, I felt like it had been days. Who it was I didn’t know, but I answered the phone anyway, still half asleep. “Hi, it’s Jack McCarthy, can I speak to Michelle please?”, I strained my eyes to look at the clock sitting on the fireplace. It was almost seven, way too late to be making a business related call. “Um hi Mr. McCarthy, Michelle speaking, what can I do for you?’, I tried to sound as chirpy as possible but it was kind of tough. “Oh you can call me Jack, we’re about the same age aren’t we, the Mr. makes me feel so old”, he laughed and I laughed and something told me this was more of an informal phone call than one would usually receive from their boss. He continued, “I know it’s late and this is probably so totally inappropriate but I was just wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee. You know, just talk. I’m a good listener”. My mind was still so caught on Greg and the girl that I was wondering how Jack had found out, then it dawned on me that he was talking about our earlier conversation. “Sure Jack, why not, give me an hour and I’ll meet you in town”. We said our goodbyes and I got up to change. Standing in my bedroom my heart was breaking thinking of Greg’s betrayal. I could barely hold it together and was wondering why I had even said yes to Jack. I had just lost the man I loved forever because there were no second chances for cheaters in my book and yet I had said yes to a maybe-date in the same breath. My head was all over the place. Maybe it was a rebound thing or maybe it was me just wanting to be appreciated, but I decided to wear my favourite dress to try and impress Jack. Being a big girl it was hard to find a dress to suit my figure but whenever I wore this particular one, I got loads of compliments. Happy with the way I looked, I made my way into town. Jack was standing outside waiting for me and when I waved to him from across the street, he smiled. Wow, he was breath-taking.