Emily’s Diary – a romantic story about a young woman’s life. Short, emotional and sensual stories by Sonja Blonde.
On Monday, Thessa landed a cheerful email in my inbox that felt like a punch straight to the stomach. She reminded me that the multilingual catalogue we regularly prepare for one of our longtime clients was supposed to be heading to print soon.
Whatever little common sense I had left is officially gone. Not that there was much of it to begin with, considering how exhausted I’ve been lately. So earlier, I went down to the shop.
I had a nightmare. About Grumpy. He just stood there, staring at me with those cold blue eyes, his brow drawn tight. It scared the hell out of me. I even woke up sweating.
By Thursday, I’d been running on autopilot all week. I get up at seven every morning, and that one hour I keep for myself is sacred.
Mark showed up at eight on Monday morning, as if he didn’t know I was running a three-person project on my own. I don’t even have to go into the office so I don’t waste time commuting — and still, at eight-oh-seven, he was knocking on my door.
During the first week, the telecom company gave me a fairly manageable workload. For now, I’ve had ordinary, no-excuses workdays behind me — eight solid hours each day.
On Monday, a few minutes before ten, I was already waiting for Adam, trembling with anticipation. I’d deliberately left my hair slightly damp, hoping the wet strands would make him imagine me stepping out of the shower.
On Tuesday, everyone showed up at the pool right on time. I was surprised, though I didn’t let it show. I didn’t want them thinking they were doing me a favor.
Adele’s reaction to the couch was exactly what I expected.
“Pale lilac? Have you lost your mind?” she stared at my new piece of furniture in disbelief. “What were you thinking when you picked this color? That you’re about to make so much money you can afford to replace it every month anyway?”
On Monday morning I walked to the office. The cold bit into my face and crept up through my wrists all the way to the back of my neck. I dug through my bag to see if I’d packed my gloves after all, but just as I suspected, they were nowhere to be found.