Birthday Crash

(photo from google)

My head is pounding just as fast as my heart is beating. I had exactly 25 minutes left to finalize my project work and the whole team was depending on me. I can let them down, I sit facing my computer as I have a full task ahead of me.

I could have done this last night but I couldn’t miss Jason’s birthday party. I had to be the killer ex that would crash the party and make him regret breaking up with me. I was perfect, beautiful with the right curves, intelligent, well spoken, presentable and above all well-mannered. I just don’t know why he ended the relationship, saying it's not me, it's him, well of cause.

Oh! God, my supervisor just stepped in, I really need to round up and not think about how bad last night went. I had to seduce Jason; it looked as the only option at the moment. I acted as though I was sad, I know he still cared so he couldn’t help but ask what was wrong. I just needed his attention, and once I have got it, the rest was easy. I quietly walked into the room as he walked behind me. I sat on the bed with my puppy face in place. He knew exactly what he was in for.

I wasn’t ready to let go, I made that clear right from when he said: “I think we need a break”. I lost it at that moment; I couldn’t get a grip on myself as my temper rose. I broke the tv, his laptop, yeah I failed to mention earlier that I have a sraging temper. It skyrockets whenever I don’t get what I want and at that moment, I was n’t. The whole seduction plan failed when he mentioned his girlfriend was coming in and we couldn’t be seen together this intimate, I wasn’t getting what I wanted.

Yes, sir, the presentation is ready I answered my supervisor as he questioned. I wasn’t good at relationships, but I was perfect at my job.