OLIVIA
I woke up feeling so disorganized. I haven’t felt that way before. I lost touch with reality. I could barely recognize myself anymore. It’s as though a different spirit possessed my body.
“Where the heck am I? And why does this place look so different? Something isn’t right.” I asked myself and as I rubbed my blurry eyes and yawned.
It was unclear to me how I slept on the sofa and woke up on the bed alone. I stretched my hands to the other side of the bed hoping to reach out to Cyril, but he wasn’t there. It was just me alone in the room.
“Cyril moved out already,” I said to myself the moment I couldn’t find him. It took me a while to realize that Cyril was no more. It’s barely a few hours since he moved out of the house, and it feels like my whole world is crumbling.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s not worth it. You should be happy he’s gone. You don’t have to worry yourself about him,” I assured myself that his departure meant nothing to me, whereas, I care the most.
My phone rang. I ignored it. I didn’t want to speak to anyone, regardless of who was calling. I didn’t feel like doing anything for the day. I just wanted to lay on my bed and cool off.
The call kept coming in regardless of how hard I tried to ignore it.
“Perhaps, I should just answer the phone and find out who’s calling,” I decided within myself. The pressure not to answer the phone was getting worse for me.
Finally, I grabbed the phone and discovered it was Kate.
“Kate? When did you leave the house? How did I sleep this long? I only had a few shots of vodka,” I yelled at Kate as though she were Cyril who jilted me for another lady.
“You might want to stay calm and explain to me what exactly is going on because I’m lost,” Kate said to calm my nerves.
Despite how harshly I sounded over the phone, she wasn’t scared, nor was she tense. The sound of her tone strongly indicated how confident she was.
“Just answer the damn question and stop beating around the bush. Why did you leave me alone to myself, knowing I was drunk?” I took it out on Kate again without waiting to hear her explanation.
“Abandoned you? I never did that,” she hurriedly defended herself. “Why would you even think of such a thing? Adrian and I took you to your room to lay down properly,” she added.
“Hold on a second,” I halted Kate to have a glance at my private part. I needed to be certain if we had sex while I was drunk.
“Adrian was here? When did he arrive? When did he leave?” I asked Kate enthusiastically.
“Last night. He left the same last time after we both ensured that you were doing great. You were so drunk, I don’t expect you to remember anything,” she buttressed.
I still had tons of questions to ask her despite how detailed she was. Somehow, I felt that there was a missing piece from all she just told me.
“Between you and Adrian, who was the first to leave the house?” I asked Kate.
“Me of course. Adrian barely stayed for five minutes,”
“And you are certain he didn’t show up later to have sex with me?” I asked another disturbing question that shouldn’t have crossed the borders of my lips.
“Ma’am Olivia?” Kate addressed me as her Boss for the first time in donkey years. She barely does that.
“What? The last time we had sex, I was emotional. I wasn’t even drunk. What do you think would happen when I’m drunk and unconscious? Think about it, honey,” I justified my words. It didn’t occur to me how stupid I was sounding just to make a point.
“I understand what you are talking about, but I want to assure you that nothing happened because I shut all the doors from outside before leaving. The only way Adrian can have access to your home is by breaking in. And we both know that’s not possible,” Kate set the record straight. I was humbled by her explanation.
I felt silly for thinking about it that way. To think that I’ve moved on from the one-night stand I had with Adrian. Here I am, still dwelling In the past as though my whole life depended on it.
“I am currently in the office. The staff members won’t stop asking about you, I lied to them that you were a bit down with illness. Please, I need you to tell them the same thing because I’m damn certain they’re going to ask you the same thing,” Kate disclosed.
“Wait a minute, you’ve resumed duty already? Why didn’t you tell me about it? I mean, you could have said something,” I berated her for making decisions for herself without contacting me first. It never dawned on me that she would be at the office so quickly after everything that happened to me lately.
“The company has to move on the same way Cyril has moved on. The sooner we realize that, the better for us. Like I said, try all you can to stay cheerful. Don’t give the staff the slightest idea that you’re having issues with your marriage,” Kate advised me and ended the phone before I got the opportunity to speak.
I tried calling her back, but she wasn’t taking my calls. I texted her a thousand times, and not for once, did she text back. She ruined my perfect plan of staying indoors for a longer period, and it’s not making sense to me. Now I have to face potential clients and my staff with a troubled mind. Will I ever get to pull through this? That’s a tough question I’ve got no answer to.
I tried getting off the bed to go take a quick bath, and I found myself falling back to bed. The excessive alcohol had taken control of my body.