Under My Boss’ Table

At first my work was going very badly, with a creak and a rattle. But by lunchtime I was balancing myself and had already managed to make a lot of important calls, write a lot of important letters. I really liked the job and I realized that I wanted to develop more in it. But the question that confused me was this: would my relationship with Edward interfere with my career?

I didn’t want to choose between him and work.

“Then stop.” I stopped. “He hasn’t divorced Sofia yet, and maybe he won’t divorce her at all. And you’ve already caused panic. Calm down!”

I took a deep breath and exhaled a couple of times and concentrated on the project again without even stopping for lunch.

The clock struck six in the afternoon and I got up from the table, rubbing my stiff limbs. It was time to get ready for home.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I went out and closed my door. Then I went to Edward’s office, intending to say goodbye to him. I noticed that the door to Edward’s office was closed. Like Anna’s office…

Something was wrong, my intuition rang. I went to the door and listened.

I heard something that I didn’t like at all. I didn’t like it very much.

I heard Anna’s moans and Edward’s voice, who was saying something unintelligible to her. Shock, anger, misunderstandings, resentment, all at once came together at one point and exploded in me.

I opened the door and what I saw made me feel even worse.

Anna sat at the table across from Edward with her legs spread across his lap. Anna’s hair was disheveled and her boss’s face was red, very red. His hand, held by Anna’s, was on her vagina. Both of them, as if they received an order, turned to me.

“Elvira!” Edward cried out in a strangled voice and removed Anna’s hand.

“Elvira! He made me!” Anna jumped off the table in panic and ran towards me, lowering her skirt on the way. “I didn’t want to, but he forced me…”

“A lie!” Edward roared. He too got up and came over to me.

“Do not get close to me. Both of you.” I yelled: “Do not come!!!”

They stayed rooted to the ground.

“But… Elvira…” Anna almost cried. “I had nothing to do with that…” She started groping me…

“Shut up, huh.” Edward told her irritably. “At first she bothered me, she started bullying, for God’s sake, kindergarten!”

“What are you hanging on me!!!” Anna was outraged.

I looked at their faces and did not want to find out who was right and who was wrong. I turned around and flew out of the office like a bullet, ignoring Edward and Anna’s screams.

What I saw hit me hard in the stomach. Once again, I felt betrayed, cheated, and humiliated. Everything that I was so afraid to experience again rose in my soul and flooded me.

I ran, not making out the path and panting through tears. Edward, who seemed to have changed for the better, and began to treat me appropriately, took his path again. Of course, they told me that Anna might have something with him, but I was hoping it wasn’t true!

I have always despised women who alienated their husbands from their families and entered into relationships with married men. But it happened that I became like this. She happened to do the same to me; apparently she took my beloved man away. It doesn’t matter if she did it of her own free will or not…

I was tired of having to spend another lonely afternoon in intense meditation, making a choice.

Although… what was there to choose from?

I laughed bitterly.

It seemed these two had met. And how did I not suspect before?

Again I thought wrong. I was very suspicious, but afraid to admit to myself that Edward and Anna were quite suitable for the role of lovers.

The smartphone buzzed angrily once, probably for the hundredth time, if not more. I glanced at the screen briefly. Of course my boss was calling. He left me a lot of SMS. But I wasn’t going to read his excuses and lies. What would he tell me there? ‘Honey, you were wrong?’ ‘Honey, it’s not what you think?’ ‘She is nobody to me, but you are important to me?’

I sighed wearily and turned off the phone.

Simply ahead! To hell!

I filled the tub with water as hot as my insult. I ran my hand lightly over it, and it burned. Like in my relationship with Edward.

Why was I such a naive fool? Why did I fall in love with his tricks every time and believed him like the first time? How did I deserve this attitude towards myself?

Steam filled the room. I turned off the water and sat down carefully in the bathtub, gradually getting used to the temperature. I definitely needed to relax, although I was sure nothing would help me.

The hot water relaxed my body and my thoughts began to flow not so torn, not so hysterically, trying to match.

“So what do we have at the bottom?” I thought. “First, I fell in love again like an idiot. Second, Edward decided to become a womanizer, without even divorcing his wife. Damn, Sofia has not even given her authorization. Third, Anna turned out not to be so white and fluffy. It seems Alexandra was right when she expressed her conjecture about this couple. Fourth: what’s next?”

Of course, there was no answer to these rhetorical questions. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind and push away the vivid images of what had happened.

Her legs… his hands that grabbed her THERE…

I could not!

I slapped my hand into the water with an all-consuming anger. The splashes immediately rushed over the edge of the tub, but I didn’t care. I slowly submerged my head under the water and looked at the warped ceiling through the column of water.

Of course, I wasn’t going to drown myself. I just wanted to revive myself.

Emerging, I got up and began to slowly dry my body with a towel. The bath calmed my aching mind a bit and I felt like I had been through some kind of cleansing ritual.

I mean, again I didn’t feel anything inside.

I wasn’t going to turn on the phone, but I wanted to surf the internet anyway. So I went to Facebook. I hadn’t been there for a long time and with a slight surprise I found Alina’s message among the new ones. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I opened it.

“Hey beauty, where have you gone? You promised me the news!”

I smiled viciously. “Yes, there will be news, and what news, my dear.”

That scene in Edward’s office came before my eyes again…

I shook my head and wrote to Alina:

“There is news. Is it better to start with the bad or the bad?”

Thank goodness she was online!

“Shoot me on Skype, I’m already there.” She replied, immediately capturing my mood.