FRAPPE RUN

FOUR YEARS AGO

Running down the street with heels dangling in my hand along with my files, I breathe hard as I run out of oxygen. I quicken up my pace not affording to lose another second as I was already late on such an important day.

Presenting such grace was my kind alarm clock that decided not to ring his usual agony today

I was supposed to reach early to welcome the new CEO, the boss's son but here I was almost half an hour late, and thanks to New York traffic, no taxi was available,

Looking at the watch I realize I still can make it, I usually arrive early maybe that will give me a bit of time

I focus back on running. Almost approaching the building I hear my stomach growl. I halt my cramping legs as I look at the adjacent Starbucks.

I had missed my morning breakfast, and my poor little tummy was almost crying, conflicting with my inner self I decide against the mesmerizing food

Self-control girl

I pull up my imaginary sock and make a run towards the office.

"One Chocolate Frappe with extra cream and extra caramel please" I finally sigh after saying it in one breathe

Too much for Self-control

Well luckily there were not many customers here and I had saved up a few minutes while on my run, so might as well get something fast, I need energy for such an important day after all.

Counting every second on my watch with feet tapping the floor I rush to the counter

the sound of the coffee machine echoing in my head, I could hear the milk hitting the vessel, the chocolate drip, and the cream spray as I grew more anxious

My eyes never leaving the counter, similar to a scavenger eagle looking for its prey

"Here's the frappe"

My eyes blobbing out as I quickly grab my frappe and dash to the exit.

(p.s. – I had paid for it before)

I take two heavenly sips of the divine drink, with a wide grin on my face

Which was soon short-lived as I saw my frappe flying high above in the sky with its content showering out over me and a hunk of a man who bumped into me

"What in the flying fuck?" as I wipe my now almost drenched shirt

A whole lot of emotions flashed through my mind none of which were very kind, but a glance at my watch made me forget it real quick as I ignore the man blabbering profanities and run away to the huge KNIGHT CORPS

With no time to spare, I collect all my remaining energy to channelize it into the great run of history

Soon the gates become a clear picture as I dash through the entrance straight to the reception

"Ju-li-a'' I say as panting heavily

Resting my hand at the counter as my knees and spine make a bending angle, catching breathe for my lungs

"Hilton you okay?" calling out my last name asks the Spanish lady in her mid-30s as she scrutinizes me with an astonishing gaze

"Yeah yeah I am" I recite bringing back my decent posture

"Are they here?"

"Mr. Knight has just arrived, but the new CEO as of yet has not reached"

I sigh in peace

"Thank god, thank you, Gonzales"

I am saved.

I quickly make a run to my cabin, throwing my heels away as I feel comfortable in my white sneakers, I collect all the files and necessary documents

I zoom out of my cabin to the adjacent room

Handling the files in one hand I knock on the door lightly as I take one last deep breath

"Come in" came a light hoarse voice

"Good morning Sir, All data and documents of today's meeting are in these files, report on the company will be delivered by today. At 5 you have lunch with the board members, and then at 9, there is an office farewell party at the Magnum hall. This would be all for today" I say this placing all the files in category order and then finally taking a step back

I meet his eyes which looked shocked and perplexed

"What happened?"

I try to comprehend the meaning and reason of his question

Was something wrong with me, did I make any mistake

Yeah shit I was late

" SOR-"

"What happened to your shirt?"

I now realize why I have been receiving all those looks all along

I look down to realize the huge chocolate draining patches on my white shirt

"Uh –uh this – um nothing a little accident"

"Well luckily my son has just called in his few shirts you can change into it"

"It's okay sir, I am fine," I say contemplating

"You should or else you will catch-"

"Accchooo"

"Cold"

I giggle nervously

"Go ahead to changing room," Mr. Knight says pointing to the room inside the cabin

"Yes sir" as I decide to consider this idea since I would not want to be in a disheveled appearance on such an event..Afterall first impressions are really impactful.

I make a mental note on keeping a few spare shirts in the office too

I drag my feet to the changing room not before nervously looking at the boss as he sympathetically smiles

Reaching the room I close the door, looking around I find shirts hanging in color coordination

All the shirts looked quite expensive, rummaging through them my gaze lands on a to find a plain simple blue shirt, I put the shirt in front of my body frame, checking out the outfit aesthetic in the big mirror. It needs some work, which I can manage.

Bringing down the shirt I quickly look at my original shirt which was quite a mess, thankfully my black wide-leg pants received no damage

I remove my shirt and change into the blue shirt which was quite big, untucked it reached almost to my mid-thighs, after carefully tucking it I made it look better on me

I pat my light brown hair as I twist the low pony upwards putting a clip on it

Taking the last satisfied look at my outfit in the mirror, mentally hearing the green ting, I reach for the bolt on the door