OFFICE AFFAIRS[l***q+]

It was a Sunday afternoon. A perfect day outside, the right amount of sunny and a delicious breeze but none of that was appealing to me since I was nursing throbbing temples and the shades I wore were a reminder of how I'd spent my night. My eyes were an ugly shade of red and the bags under them were as heavy as an elephant. Just like everyone else, I had this exhausting hangover and a killer headache but sadly, I also sat in my boss' office mindlessly gazing at the dark dressed glass that surrounded his office making the elegant room look dark, shadowy and exotic. It was ironic how the night I had decided to finally drink and let loose, I was also called to work the following morning with only a few hours of sleep and a bag load of heavy limbs. The silence in the huge building was an added to my headache and the right amount of enchanting tunes coming from his impressive sound system. Sitting right here in silence, I couldn't help but feel a sting in my chest, it was an ache to do something, to feel something. A little bit of loneliness swept through me and wrapped itself around my ever aching heart. It was one of the reasons I hated silence. It was a trigger for the helplessness inside. It was being alone. By trying to quiet the pathetic thoughts, I let my eyes sweep around the room I'm seated in, my boss's office for a long time. Dark glass allowed him to see his hundreds of employees while they had no idea their boss was f*****g some brunette business partner on his desk since the room was graced with sound proof glass. I sighed for like the fifteenth time. I was extremely tired, bored and exhausted. Right now, I only wanted to be underneath my warm blanket, my whole body relaxed, warm and passed out in some dreamless dreamland but unluckly of me an hour ago, my boss had texted me telling me to meet him at his office urgently and here I was completely bored out of my mind and wondering where the hell he was and me being me I hadn't even thought of calling him. My boss, Kennedy parker was a well known billionaire piece of hot man you all heard about. He was the definition of God taking his time and his looks served well to his serious demeanor but that was if you weren't close to him since he was nowhere near serious. He was quite a gentleman. It was evident in the way he carried himself and the way he treated his employees. Just by the fact that I was in his ridiculous expensive comfy sit swinging left to right in boredom and the fact that I had the key to his elegant expensive office proved what a kind and trusting person our boss was. He was simply a nice guy, had money and looks that made half the population of Manhattan's male and female species insecure because he wasn't just sexy, handsome or hot, he was also beautiful, had a face of an angel and a boyish charm that made him look innocent but believe my words he was anything but innocent. Me being his personal assistant, body guard and friend? Was I his friend? I simply knew him in and out so I liked to consider myself his friend and I really hoped he thought the same way. I checked my watch once again and it read a quarter past four meaning today was supposed to be a Saturday afternoon and my day off so that I could sleep my hangover away and slug my whole day off but Kennedy had to text me a message saying: Boss 3:45pm Please come at the office. No come at the pent house. code:20123 IMMEDIATELY! Fuck f**k f**k. Fucking hangover. I don't know what was wrong with my stupid brain. I am never waking up at three in the afternoon with a massive hangover and reading a text. Ever again. I abruptly stood up from the chair in hurry and exited the office. I locked the door and run to his private elevator. I had a card incase of emergencies since I only went up to his pent house in his presence and he had never gave me his code because there was absolutely no reason for me to go at his place without him around so whatever this was that couldn't allow Kennedy to pick the door was serious. He even used the 'please'. My boss never uses 'Please'. I was a little bit worried, maybe a lot worried than I liked to believe and what ifs kept twirling around in my head but I just pushed my worries aside and rushed out of the elavator the moment it came to a halt on the two top floors. I practically ran out of the elavator and ran to the door, stabbing the code in and the door opening but I just stood there frozen in doorway. There was no way to explain how grateful I was that my boss lived in the same building as his office. Penthouse to be exact. I just couldn't believe my eyes. The sight infront of me had me worried, angry and sad. I just stood there and stared at my boss's red face, his body passed out as he lay on his back facing his ceiling. Here we go again.