Get to work!

I live close enough to downtown that I could walk or bike there, but I don’t usually have the time to spare, especially not today. The gym I have a membership with is an added detour most days anyway, so I drive or use a ride service. Today, I drive. After pulling in to my office’s contract parking space, I walk to the elevator, noticing Victoria’s vehicle is not in its usual space. She drives a gorgeous silver Maserati convertible. I am insanely jealous. It makes my VW look like polished garbage. There is no way I can afford her car, and I’m pretty sure she can’t afford it, either. She may be an executive at an expanding startup, and projecting an image of success is important, but, to me, it is just another example of her charade.

In the rising elevator, I feel the ball of anger in my gut flair, and it feels... centering. Any time she pisses me off, I will channel it into the anger ball to maintain the nerve to fuck her over. The elevator opens on the sixth floor.

Depending on Victoria’s mood, being late could be a big deal, or go uncommented on. It is all the uncertainty of it that is so stress-inducing. But today, I’m not feeling stressed. {if purple_sex = false}After that workout I feel strong and alert. I look at my watch. Right on time. {elseif purple_sex = true}After last night’s fucking, I feel calm. I look at my watch. Three minutes late.{endif} Since her car is missing, I can still get to my desk unnoticed.

I’m feeling so good that I would love to burst into her office right now and make a scene, quitting in dramatic fashion, making it loud and clear to everyone in the department what I think of her.

I wave to the reception desk and pass the conference rooms. I say ‘good morning’ to a few employees as I path between cubicle clusters of the open floor plan until I reach an alcove containing my small desk adjacent to the bitch’s office.

The coast is clear. I settle into the desk and get ready to ruin her day.