Ella's pov

I woke up with this beautiful smile on my face, knowing fully well that things would work out for me at the office, unlike yesterday. People stared and laughed at my fall. I shouldn't have put on the heels if I had known that it will make me fall. This is why I sometimes wish I have supernatural power.

I stretched out and then a yawn followed, my stomach groaned immediately" Gosh I'm damn hungry" I hopped down from my queen-size bed. It's all rumpled because I kept tossing and turning last night thinking about the event that happened. People can just be so mean.

My alarm ranged.

I quickly ran to the bathroom to do the needful. My boss is going to kill me if I come to the office late. Wouldn't want to be a troll the second time, would we?.

A few minutes later I was off the shower and a towel was tied around my body. I stared at the wall mirror in my bathroom. I look beautiful, I thought to myself.

I'm not your normal sexy and model kind of girl but I still got the look that a guy can appreciate. I've had like two boyfriends in the past but it's sad to say my relationship never ended well. It all left a mark deep inside my heart.

I touch my cheeks. It's still wet from the shower I took. Ella hurries up, you'll be late for work, scolded my subconscious.

I quickly ran out of the bathroom. It was already past eight. I'm so dead. My boss would kill me today. Joking. He won't kill me but he'll call me names. I still haven't recovered from the last insult and him adding today's own would be terrible and I just can't wait for the blow. Note the sarcasm.

I brought out a nice fitted dress. My mom gifted it to me on my birthday and it's just so lovely that I love to wear it. It brings out my shape nicely.

I vividly remember when an employee at my place of work try to Court me but I had to turn him down because I knew deep down he only court me just because the dress always makes me look different in a good way.

I took my black heels and then packed my loads of files sitting roughly on my study table. At times I just pity that table because of loads of books on it. Too bad he just had to endure it all.

" Ella, breakfast is ready"

That's mom, always trying to see that I have food in my stomach before going to work. I stepped out of my room and made my way to the dining area where mom had already set the table with this nice-looking sandwich waiting to be enjoyed.

The smile on my face said it all about how I was hungry. Mom chuckled and said " eat up. You have just ten minutes left"

I need not be told twice, I eat up pretty fast like someone with a superpower. Like that of a vampire or should I say werewolf. I mentally rolled my eyes, they don't even exist.

Mom came back from the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee. I love coffee.

" Mom you're just the best"

" Just hurry up and don't be late for work."

I nodded while downing my delicious cup of coffee. I belonged immediately I finished it off. Mom playfully glared at me.

" Table manners Ella"

I sheepishly  smiled " I'm sorry"

She sighed " just leave for work already"

I salute her " Sir yes sir"

She could only giggle at me while I walked out of the house.

***

I parked my old Mercedes beside a colleague's Tundra. Most of the cars here are big and expensive cars which then makes me wonder if I'm the only poor employee among them.

I locked my car and pretty ran into the company. I knew I was late and was ready for the talk part two.

Everyone stared at me as I walked in as if waiting to see if I was going to fall again in my heels like yesterday. I took a deep breath and promise to disappoint them today. I'm not a loser and no one has the right to label me as one.

I even tried cat walking just to give them a show to remember but deep down I was praying not to fall because it's going to be much more embarrassing than yesterday.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding when I walked into my office. I rested my back on the door just to calm my nerves. The moment I opened it, I screamed.

Why?

Why because the hands the home-looking man was sitting on my chair and worst his legs were on the desk, something I hate seeing people do on my desk. My poor lovely desk.