Leave

My forehead creased as our eyes met. Her brows raised as she looked around.

My eyes traveled at the person behind her back. The woman is in her middle age, might be forty or more but I'm certain that she is in her forties. Even though she is in her middle age, she still looks good, she looks beautiful and elegant at the same.

I wonder who this person is and what is her relation with Monica. Why are they here anyway?

Hmmm…

Is there a problem?

Geez, now I'm freaking nervous because of these two. Braxton said he has a problem with Monica. That's why she went to my house without a freaking notice because of that girl! He even saw me naked because of her damn it

"Where is Mr. Bentley? And who are you?"

I saw how the woman in her middle age mouthed to Monica beside her.

"What is she doing here? Who is she? Are you sure she is not doing her boss?" She whispered to her.

I immediately fixed my composure and smiled. "Good Day Ma'am. How can I help you? I'm Mr. Bentley's secretary." I said and tried to keep my smile.

How dare she assume that I was doing Braxton? Hell no, he is not even interested in me, though he saw me naked but that is all, he didn't do anything. I didn't see anything bulging or tenting so no.

Tsk.

And how could Monica not say anything? She literally knew that I was Braxton's secretary!

Deep inside I knew she is not giving with me but I don't care I want everything to end with me Braxton and Monica. So I can move on with my life. I don't care about them. I really don't.

She is beautiful, she is polite, I know she is giving her everything that I couldn't. They are perfect for each other and I'm no one.

"Where is your boss?" The woman asked.

Before I could even answer her, Braxton walked out of the bathroom with his suit messy just like his hair. Damn it, why does he have to look like that when he leaves the bathroom?

I glance at the woman. She squinted her eyes on me. Oh come on! I'm not even doing anything! I'm not with him! Why does she look at me like that?

Now I know what Braxton's problem is, it's probably her. Or is it the other way around? Is it Braxton's fault? What did she do to Braxton?

"Hello Ma'am, what are you doing here?" Braxton asked normally.

Monica crossed her arms as she stared at me. Damn what is her problem with me?

"Leave." She said,

"Excuse me?" I said as I pursed my lips. Did she just tell me to leave? Why are they talking about something that doesn't concern me? I mean I get it but she can tell me politely and I will leave, she doesn't need to tell me if she asks nicely.

"Monica," Braxton called Monica. She turned to him and flashed her sweetest smile as if she was not glaring at me a while ago.

I bet this woman is her aunt or mother. They kinda look alike, both are disrespectful. I'm not trying to be the best person and the most clean among these two but does being kind hurt them? No, not all.

Braxton threw a glance in my direction. "You can leave now Ms. Vena." He said.

My brows furrowed at what he said. Well I guess this is really serious, but he didn't even get a chance to tell me what his problem is. I want to know so I can't help but we didn't get a chance because Monica is already here.

"Alright." I said and nodded. I bow my head on Monica and to the woman. Even though they are not giving me respect, I'll be the one to give it to them.

That's how good I am. Unlike them.

I followed what Braxton said and eldt his office. I stood behind it. I can't help myself, I want to eavesdrop but I know there's no point in eavesdropping. I'm in no place to do that.

I didn't do much in my small cubicle. I talked to my other co workers about the work that they are doing..I tried to help the other. While I was alone in my cubicle I can't help but rethink my life. I always want to be something, I believe I was something, I thought I was gonna be big but it's so depressing how I ended up as nothing to other people, even to my relatives. The way Monica's aunty or mother, whatever she is made me overthink my well being, social status. People like her don't really give a damn to people like me, she treated me like trash with one word.

I sighed.

Maybe I'm the only one who is overthinking everything, I don't want to be like this. I want to change but how? I always felt sad whenever I saw how everyone was successful in my batch in college, but here I am a struggling artist, slash secretary slash flirting expert of a handsome billionaire. Doing nothing at all.

I took a deep breath as I looked once again at Braxton's office door. I wonder what they are doing there, what are they talking about? I'm hoping Braxton can survive all of it, the old woman looks terrified, my first impression was wrong. She may be elegant but she is not nice at all.

After that day, I didn't have much time to do it. I roam around the street where Braxton's building is. I haven't had time to roam around here. So that's what I did, there is no Dalton or Braxton to keep my head spinning.

I entered a coffee shop where you put your own autobiography for others to read, for them to know your ups and downs. I can't help but take part in it. I ordered coffee and I asked the owner what the purpose of it was. She said that she always wanted to be a writer but had no time, had no chance to be one, she wanted to be famous with her passion but sadly it didn't work for her, so through the autobiography of others she wants to read all of the people's struggles and how they overcame it. She wants to know how those people made it, survive through life and that will motivate her to push through writing.

I thanked her for the time she gave me even though the coffee shop is so busy but still she made time to answer my query.

The next thing I did was to write my own autobiography as I sat on the corner table, where it is most peaceful. I notice a group of friends having fun, chuckling while they are writing their own.

I took a deep breath before I wrote mine. I stared outside before writing.

What should I write?

"Thank you," I said to the waiter that delivered me the coffee.

The coffee is already here but my thoughts are not.

Where do I begin?

I sighed as I slump my back behind the chair. I stood up and looked at others' autobiographies.

I think I should read there first to get a motivation to write mine. I stood in front of the big wall of papers, containing all the customers' autobiographies. I can't believe the owner have time to read all of this but considering how addicted I was with reading I get her.

My eyes squinted as I saw one looking interesting.

Autobiography:

My name is Halle. I was born on June 17 2002 in Manila. We moved to Paranaque where we decided to live until now. I have an older sister which makes me the second child and we are only two. My father is a laborer. My mother is a housewife. I went to school in a small school where I completed my elementary and highschool education. Growing up as the youngest, I enjoyed a lot of privileges and the freedom that I have even though my parents are a little bit strict.

I write novels, usually about romance and life. I also write songs and poems but I always want to keep it to myself. Whenever I'm writing I always feel the excitement and the joy to write what I feel about anything that turns me into a writer.

My passion is singing, dancing and acting. I had a recital in a big theater to showcase my talents. It is hilarious because it happened on my birthday. It was fun and exciting and I'm looking forward to doing it again.

When I was at my mother's womb they face a struggle because my mother had a hard time giving birth to me and the Doctor gave a choice to my father on who will be the one to live because giving birth to me is complicated, but then there's a miracle that happened we both live and from there I realize that I really have a purpose in this world.

I used to play with boys' toys when I was young so my parents thought that I would be a tomboy but it didn't happen because they let out the girly side of me by dressing me up with skirts and dresses and anything that is very girly.

I believe that I adopted both my parents' intelligent brains, because I am an honor student and that is not the only thing that I inherit, the other traits are being kind, honest, careful, forgivable and funny and also the physical looks.

I was hit last year on October 16 2018 by a motorcycle that really turned my world upside down. I'm worried that I will not be able to walk anymore but when I get to the hospital it's not that serious so I guess I was just over reacting that time because that was first time that I get hit and from there I started to take care of myself not only for me but for my parents and for the other people who loves me.

This year my family faced a tragedy and that's when my grandmother died after the birthday of my sister. We know that day will come but we're still not ready, especially my father. We miss her so much but I know that she's in good hands now and she's guiding us.

I'm well loved by my family, they are always in my side, they thought me how to be good, responsible and how to value things and people, and to never give up on reaching dreams, that's why I loved them so much, I would do anything just to make them happy and proud of me. At school I found my second home which is with my classmates, I've never been this close to my classmates before but maybe we are not just classmates because we are family, we are brother's and sisters we are all connected by the experiences. All the challenges, problems and conflicts that we go through can't compare to the joy that we share in succeeding. Together we stand, together we fight, we know we can, because we are one.

My eyes remained on the paper. Damn that is a lot to take in, I mean there's a lot of things that happened in a year and she still survives it. I guess the wonder of this coffee shop is right, if someone could do it, if someone pushes through it, if someone curves the fault outs then I could do it as well.

I went back to my chair, stared on the blank page as I tried to think of the things that happened to me, the things that made me who I am today.

But I'm no one at all.

I may have survived some things but it is not life changing, I want to contribute an autobiography to this coffee shop that would help her, and help other people to motivate themselves when they read it. That's what I want, not something that is stupid and ridiculous like I was the billionaire's flirting expert.