I bent rigid to the spot with my butt still facing the attendees. I shut my eyes tight and prayed for the divine intervention of God. Let a big chunk of the roof fall on them, especially Mitch.

I widened my eyes and felt a heavy feeling in the depths of my stomach.

Hello, brain! This is the time you tell me what to do.

I blinked once, then twice before deciding to check if I had granny panties on. To my disappointment, It was a red g-string. No wonder I heard wolf whistling from the back.

"What's that?" The fat man asked and strolled behind me to feed his eyes with what the others were eating.

Finally, I stood upright and waves of embarrassment hit me in the face as their eyes bored holes into my skin. There was this lump in my throat that I was finding hard to swallow. If there was something I hated so much, it was embarrassment.

Suck it in, bitch!

All eyes were on me and it made me angry. "What?" I frowned. "Haven't y'all seen a white ass in red g-string before?"

"It's a black g-string!" Someone yelled from the attendees and they turned their heads to his direction.

The moment I took a step forward– the heel of my left shoe broke, sending me into the arms of Mr fatso. He wrapped his arms around my waist and the papers in his hands flew over the place. More gasps, more bug eyes and wolf whistles.

The fat man gently pushed me back on my feet and the irritating sound of my boss laughing his guts out made me clench my jaw. I hated him!

Quickly, I picked up the leg of my shoe and walked out of the hall with crimson cheeks. There the choking feeling in my neck was again. I bent and placed both my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

What's the worse that could happen?!

My subconscious asked and I stood up straight, staring at the ceiling and raising a fist in the air.

"Cut me some slack, life." I waved my fist in the air as if I was throwing blows. "Your plot twist for me is too much."

"Looks like you've forgotten you're butt naked." Mitch voiced out and I met his gaze.

"It's your fault this happened, you know right?" I ached a brow at him and felt cold breeze slapping my buttocks.

"How?"

One of his workers in a black jacket passed and he called out to him.

"Billy!" The ginger head man turned and Mitch did a come hither motion with his index finger. "Take off your jacket."

"My jacket?" The man was confused as he glanced from Mitch's face to mine.

"Yes, don't waste my time."

Quickly, he pulled off his jacket and reluctantly handed it to Mitch.

"You may go." Mitch waved his hands.

"But my-"

"I said you may leave."

The man hurried out of the place, leaving Mitch and I alone in the hall once again.

"Here, use this to cover that cute ass of yours." He offered with a small smile.

"That doesn't belong to me." I protested and folded my arms.

"You'll give it back, just use it to cover your butt." He reasoned and I collected it.

"So, you said it was my fault this happened."

"Yes!" I exclaimed after tying the jacket around my waist. "If you hadn't raised my hand up then this," I pointed at my butt. "Wouldn't have happened."

"You zoned out in an important meeting and you were prying in my privacy so I had to." He stated without remorse. "That's what you get for not minding your business, plus I didn't ask you to wear cheap pants."

My fingers turned into a claw and the only thing that was stopping me from scratching his face with my nails and leaving 'Diana was here' was because I wasn't as heartless as him. Anger boiled in the pit of my stomach.

"You call this cheap?" I scowled at him. "I got this for two hundred dollars."

"Cheap." He rolled his face and blew air on his fingers.

"If you had minded your fucking business I wouldn't have been almost choked to death! I hate you." I seethed.

"Feeling is mutual." He laughed.

The fact that he wasn't angry made me so mad. My only desire was to break his windscreen with my axe.

"Who do you think you are?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"The owner of Alphen company." He orated with a smug grin.

A fresh swell of anger rose in me and in order for me not to slap the dirty grin off his face, I decided to leave him. With the shoe in my hand–I tried to walk away, but widened my eyes when he grabbed my shirt.

"Give me the jacket." He sounded dangerous and throaty.

"Let go of my shirt."

"Oops! I forgot your shirt is too cheap and I might rip it apart." He left my shirt and held out his palms.

I took off the jacket and aggressively threw it at his face. "To think that you're mature." I spat and walked out.

******************

The night was boring as usual–Tcee and I sat on my couch with a box of pizza in between us. I was still filled with the anger of what my boss did today.

"I got the deal I was telling you about!" Tcee squealed and I did the same at her success. Happiness was evident in her blue eyes.

They reminded me so much of this movie I watched, in the deep–written by some Godwin Hosanna Aga. A movie about a girl, named Hephzibah with unique blue eyes that was sent to an occultic Catholic college and something-the catch phrase was; it is what manifests in the dark that is the biggest threat. I heard it was a Wattpad book that was turned into a movie.

"Daddy's Little hero!" I pinched her cheeks and she slapped my hands off.

"Don't do that, I'm not a baby you know." She tucked a stray of blonde hair behind her ear.

"A lot of people wish they have parents like yours." I muttered and we were silent for a while before she broke it.

"How was work today?"

"Horrible!" I face palmed, anger getting a grip of me again. "My pants ripped and my boss was a total bitch. He called my things cheap and snatched the jacket he beckoned me to tie around my waist."

"The fuck?" She bit out of her slice of pizza and blinked rapidly. "That's kind of childish."

"You can say that again. I had to order new pants. The whole meeting attendees saw my ass!" I bit out of my pizza like I was fighting with it.

"Calm down, don't choke because of some stupid boss of yours. Why don't you come work for my daddy?" She suggested and I didn't like the idea.

"Nah, I'm good here. He pays me so well and my mother once told me not to work together with friends or we would fight over a silly issue," I said and pinched her cheeks again. "And you're the last person I want to fight with."

"Aww..." She held her chest that was under a black crop top. "We should have some fun."

"What kind?"

"We should go to the salon, dye our hair and go to the club or something." She listed with her fingers and I noticed her elf like ears moving.

"How are you doing that?" I pointed to her ears and she knotted her brows in a frown.

"What?" She thumbed her ears and brought down her hand to see if there was anything on top.

"How are you moving your ears?"

"Oh, it's super easy. See." She moved them more and I poked one. "Euw!"

Tcee exclaimed and jumped out of the chair, causing me to be confused. What drama was this twenty four year old trying to pull again?

"What's wrong." I equally jumped out of the chair in case it was something venomous walking on my wall.

"Your hand, it smells like a butt!" She wrinkled her nose in distaste and stepped away from me.

I raised my hand to my nose and sniffed it. My nose twitched like that of a bunny–they were actually smelling funny and I had been using them to eat pizza. I almost gagged at the image of this.

"What have you been doing, anal fetish?" She smirked and I shook my head.

"You cannot live a day without saying trash." I sat down, still sniffing my fingers. "Oh, I remember using this finger to scratch my butt before you came."

"Gross! You sure it was just scratching and not fingering?" She placed both hands on her hips. "You know you can always ask me to buy you a vibrator."

"Tcee!"

"Okay, okay. So are we going to get those dyes and go clubbing?" She questioned, batting her lashes.

"On one condition." A mischievous smile crawled up my face.

"Uh-oh, I don't like that smile of yours."

"You have to smell my fingers!" I announced, getting to my feet.

"Euw, you devil from the abyss. I'm not going to do that, I rather chew my leg off than smell your ass." She refused, shaking her head.

"Then I'm going to sulk and drown in my sorrows. When I die of depression, my blood will be on your head." I dramatically held a hand up to my head and pretended as if I was crying.

The moment I perceived the butt smell, I brought it down from my head and made a mental note to use the butt wash.

"Fine." She grumpily accepted.

*************

"Let's get ridiculous!" I yelled, pulling my shirt over my head and waving it in the air. "Woohoo!"

I danced crazily on the table only in my skinny jeans and pink bra. The disco light flashed, changing colors on my body.

How did I get to this place? Well, one flashback coming up!