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#01 – Something interesting about her…
Silvers POV
Day 7
Hello, I’m Silver! That – haha – Silver furred hedgehog with the weirdly shaped quills that’s a nightmare to draw. You probably know me as the most forgotten character from that glitchy garbage game called Sonic 06, right? It’s a toll playing this game, isn’t it? But in here, we’re not playing a game. Six years have passed, and I still remember the days like it was yesterday. Being an adult is so exhausting sometimes. I’m 20 years old now, soon turning a year older. We‘re living in a world where we actually have jobs and work our asses off to not get fired. Providing for a company can be quite draining, for some people even leading to depression. Feel yourself as one of few lucky ones if you get more than 5 hours of sleep. There are even some cases where people had quit their jobs due to being too drained out from the Boss’ nature. Yeah, I’m talking about the Sol Company. Hard work, discipline and excellent results are high priority in here. Sometimes I fear this place. To be honest, I don’t really know how I ended up in this company, but besides of a small group of my colleagues talking not so nicely about me behind my back, I am feeling quite motivated in here. I know these people are miserable in their lives, so why should I care about that? I’m not planning to befriend them after all. What I care more about, though, is the fact that my potential is not really being recognised in the company. Unlike most colleagues I do show a quite optimistic side and additionally am good with words. I don’t fear crowds, but WHY am I NEVER an option when it comes to… anything? It feels like I’m invisible!! The chairman and its substitute which btw you rarely even get to see, are so… ugh! I know I shouldn’t talk like this towards the highest, but they don’t get straight to the point and everyone is dozing off, leading our team to make many mistakes and having serious talks with our Boss’ substitute. They all clearly lack the ability to make someone listen to you, and I can’t do anything to show my true potential. But at the same time, I can’t leave because in my job I get paid quite well. So, I’m stuck in my position and doing the more unimportant paperwork. It’s so disappointing. So annoying. So frustrating.
And let’s not forget our Boss. That burning demon that’s overworking everyone! So serious and rough at the work she’s doing. No one wants to mess with her, trust me. Ms. Blaze, a tamed fire that can easily break out like an active volcano, burning the whole office if only one employee is slacking off! At least my relationship with her is mutual. Even though my respect towards her is by far higher than hers towards me, she doesn’t seem to hate me… I believe? That’s hopefully a good thing. Because I really don’t want to get in an argument with her. So, don’t fuel her with gasoline or she breaks out immediately.
On a sunny and warm morning, blue sky and the warm sunrays shining through the kitchen’s window on my hands, having my plain breakfast, which I mostly have every single day, an apple – because I love apples, especially the red ones – and some water. After I finished my breakfast, I stood up to grab my bag to put it on the counter. But don’t worry, I’ve packed more apples for lunch at work. And more water, as well! How late is it? I picked up my phone from the table and double tapped the screen. 8:26AM. Mhh, my head hurts badly. I usually try to not take any medicine, but the sudden weather changes make my head nearly explode. The last days have been quite cold, but now these temperatures are peaking, again! How warm is it outside? While still staring emptily on my phone, I swiped left and clicked on the weather app. After swiping down on my phone, the current degree is being shown. 20°C (or 68°F). It obviously will get much warmer over the day, but I’m spending my time with my coworkers instead of enjoying the nearly perfect day. Man, I love warm days, but not when I can’t enjoy it. Stupid headache. Let me grab an Ibuprofen.
I go to the cupboard that stored some… umm, no, not tea, not package leaflets. From all the chaotic rumbling and searching I didn’t notice something light falling into my bag. While looking for the Ibuprofen, I catch a weird, fermenting smell in my nose. What’s that apple doing in here?! Ugh- it’s rotten. I put it aside, slightly disgusted. I will definitely clean the cupboard tonight. Hmm… there it is, Ibuprofen! I push one pill out of the package, and combined with a glass of water, I took one and swallowed it down. Just in case I get another headache at work, I take the Ibuprofen with me at work. I put the blister card into my bag. Now I am ready to get to work!
I am wearing my grey suit that’s just a bit bigger than my usual size, underneath a white buttoned-down shirt with a black tie. Don’t forget the shoes… hmm, my quills look slightly messy. I got myself a brush and fixed them to look as perfect as you can be. No one is perfect, but we can try to show the best of ourselves. I don’t have a bad image nor a bad look, I’d say. Now, get the keys and me out of this apartment. See you tonight dear apartment, or that’s what I thought.
After a ride with the train, spending most of the time staring at the beautiful sky with the little clouds covering the blue, I arrive to that place that makes me able to pay my rent. The Sol Company. As I enter the building, I am instantly being greeted by another of the few happy-seeming coworkers that crossed my way from the right. She’s wearing a red-greyish suit with a tight skirt that’s knee-length, darker stockings underneath. Soft, delicate makeup, not too distracting. Her emerald eyes that greet me every time at 10:00AM, slightly squinted by the warm smile she gives me. Her eyes are so full of life and a sweet passion. Her pink fur and quills well-maintained as always. Amy Rose, position-wise a little more important than I am, yet a really nice friend outside of work. Also has a friendly relationship with our Boss. The grumpy colleagues call her a “sycophant” because they simply can’t be that nice to everyone. And you will see on a person if they act fake-friendly or for-real-friendly. But no one actually tries to mess with her since she can become very… well, nicely said, angry. Well, it’s her “sweet passion” after all. But Amy’s a really outgoing and super friendly person, it’s super fun to be around her and you can’t get bored when she’s near you!
Left, right, upstairs, left again. Pass by some coworker, Silver... And there it is, my chair, my desk, my privacy, more or less. I checked the time on my phone. It’s 9:49AM. Perfect, early as always! After I placed my bag beside my chair, I sat down and got myself as comfortable as it could be. I went through my quills for a second, then turned my PC on. Then I start putting on my headphones on since it helps me focus better. Sometimes the coworkers get so noisy that I lose my concentration. I continued my paperwork I left yesterday since I felt so overworked from staring at the screen for too long. Maybe that’s why I had a headache. But I can use these eleven – now ten minutes to keep up with the work. I already feel my headache being almost gone. Thank God, now I can finally continue my work where I stopped yesterday.
Deep into my work for nearly thirty minutes, I suddenly see some papers next to my left hand that’s been typing on my keyboard. My eyes peek to the papers, and I see a smaller, gentle purple hand and its nails pressing just slightly against the paperwork. And as my eyes follow up higher towards the dark purple blazer until I meet her eyes, I tense up. Ms. Blaze? Usually, she would send us the work online or her substitute would hand it out directly to us. It’s very rare that she does that, and it surprises me. She gave me a brief stare and my quills quite stiffened. Uhh, it felt like she stared right into my poor soul. What have I done? Don’t punish me, please, Ms. Blaze! I will work faster, I promise!!! But for a millisecond, I swore that her eyes loosened up. Should I worry about it? Was it disappointment? Does she want my headphones off? No, it must be something positive. She, or her substitute, never pointed me out using headphones. I wouldn’t-
STOP OVERTHINKING. Get back to work, before she gives me that creepy stare again. My grip on the mouse cramps. I don’t want my head beheaded! Work, Work, Work!
Power off.
Huh?! No. My headphones! They’re out of power. Damn it! With my hands I grabbed my headphones. The corners of my mouth went down, my eyebrows up - sulking. Even though working will be harder now, I still have my charger with me. I’m leaning towards my bag to pull out a large charger, disconnecting the USB A from the cube and connecting it to the PC. Then I connected my headphones with the USB C. And now they charge! “Maybe I need new headphones”, I whisper to myself in thoughts as I try to continue my work. They lose energy quickly and it’s annoying! The room is filled with loud clicking of the mouse and the typing on the keyboard. Some people chatting quietly. On another desk, a few meters in front of me I perceive another voice calling someone. I sighed out and took a glimpse on the bottom corner of the screen. 2:11PM. Four more hours, if I’m lucky! But I’m finding myself off the track and not able to refocus right now. Where was I? I can’t get back to focus, instead I feel myself thinking about Ms. Blaze, again. About that brief stare from earlier. Despite that she’s my boss, I do feel somewhat secure in her closeness and less scared. If that makes sense? I’ve always found her interesting, the way she basically is. She’s pretty… confident, of course! Nothing more! She’s almost rough in her voice and her actions yet she also seems very introverted. She mostly lets her substitute do the stuff that contains talking with her employees or even interacting with them in general. It’s not common that she hands you the paperwork out in person. Also, her disciplined and assertive nature is something you can look up to. And additionally, if you do your work better than average, she won’t give you that death stare. Wait- does that mean I am above average? Am I standing out from all the employees out here? Her facial expression was not mad, I know it! Might this be the opportunity to get a raise?! FINALLY! Oh, wait, I’m just dreaming. Because that most likely won’t happen. Man, I really want to be like her: So dedicated to the paperwork instead of getting distracted by thinking about her.
I grab my lunchbox from my bag and opened it. The pleasant smell of fresh red apples rises in my nose. I grab one slice and bit off it. So juicy and crunchy. One day I’d love to have a giant apple garden, but a normal garden would do its job, too! But that will probably never happen, anyways. At least I can buy them from the farmer’s market. They’re always the tastiest! After finishing a few slices, drinking some water, I can continue my work, finally distracted myself from her.
I haven’t realised how productively I’ve spent my time working that the only thing that woke me up from my trance was a loud shouting from the other side of the room. I shook up a little, realising now how hard my head hurts again. Can these bastards PLEASE not disturb us?! I push my palms against my ears and leaned my head on the desk. Despite of eating and drinking gallons of water, my headache won’t ease. So, unfortunately, I’m forced to take another Ibuprofen. I lean back down to my bag, picking up a blister card, my head locked on the screen. That must be the painkillers. I push one out, my eyes still checking if I made any mistakes in my files. I grab the pill and combined with water; I swallowed it down. I also checked up on my headphones. They must be charged now. I unplugged them, connecting them back and putting them on. Even though the office is pretty much empty now since it’s 5:53PM and most coworkers already left, around 5 people including me still working, I still feel more comfortable with them on. And in addition, I won’t finish my work within 30 minutes. That means, as usual – working overtime! Damn, I love it. Now, let’s finish work before I need to stay longer than the Boss!
Despite of continuing my work, I do it with tension. Not because I stress myself to go home quickly, but I am aware that the medication is not working. I just have a feeling that I will stay even longer. If I don’t finish my work on time again, she will certainly kill me!!!
My head dropped on the keyboard, accidentally opening a new file.
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But the idea doesn’t sound too bad. Someone who motivates me…
Wait. STOP!
I should definitely work now. I’m probably just sleep deprived. Maybe I need another Ibu. As I bent down to my bag, I felt my stomach tickling and my body streaming with excitement which is yet containable. What excites me so suddenly? Going back home tonight? Was I thinking too much about her? Why do I feel like this? My phone in my bag goes on while rummaging for my painkillers. It’s 6:58PM. Man, I would be in my train now. If I just worked a little harder! Hmm, I feel something familiar! Whatever it is, I grab it. What I’m holding in my hands is an aluminium paper with eleven tablets in there, one already taken out. Looking very similar to my Ibuprofen. But. Discoloured, like an old bleached-out yellow. I narrow my eyes, trying to find any information on this medication. Here is the name:
Vardenafil.
Huh? That’s the medication I accidentally bought a few months ago. But it was all buried deep in my kitchen shelf. How did they land up in my bag? What even are those medication? I give it a brief research on my phone. I typed in the search bar:
v-a-r-d-e
vardenafil
“Vardenafil (Levitra) is a PDE-5 inhibitor that can be used to treat erectile dysfunction in adult men.”
Oh. That’s what they are for.
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WHAT?! Wait wait wait, let me read again.
“[…] treat erectile dysfunction in adult men.”
Erectile.
Dysfunction.
Nahh, this is fake. This can’t be real. I’m trying to laugh it off, but it’s no use. I’m trying to refocus, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t. I can’t help myself. My thoughts that revolved around this damn medication suddenly get flooded over by something more… warm. No, something tepid, hot, spicy, fiery! I’m trying to calm down, but- I just can’t! My body is scorching from the inside!
“Shit, shit, shitshitshit!”, I cursed silently, my voice cracked and tormented, not trying to pull the attention to myself while my elbows lean against the desk. I pull on my lower quills to make this situation a little bearable, but I can’t distract myself. These oh so sudden thoughts are getting out of hand! So disgusting!
But… also very tempting.
I don’t notice myself biting on my lower lip and the heat rising on my cheeks and somewhere else. I’m trapped inside these dirty thoughts. I can’t resist thinking about my insistent touch on her soft purple fur gliding down her thighs and her neck – I wonder how her moans sound like when I mess with her pure body. I want to feel her sweat against mine and make her whine out my name while giving her something she has never felt before! Does she have a weak spot? She’s always so serious and disciplined that I can’t really make pictures out in my mind of how soft she actually might be. But it’s very seductive how ungentle she is. The sounds that might slip out her lips would sound preciously, godly. Oh, to loosen her up and making her relax, forgetting about her duties and enjoying the moment. Does she have a gentle side? Maybe in private she’s not that harsh to you. More… kind.
These thoughts make me so weirdly overconfident, I rarely feel this extreme feeling. It feels like I could climb mountains and get everything I want! A promotion, a higher gross salary, and most importantly – her.
“Oh no…”, I mumble nearly inaudible, as I remember the medication I took again. And something… ugh, that’s so embarrassing!!! I haven’t noticed my hot face, and my mouth half opened, breathing a little louder than before, and the worst thing. My eyes look down on my lap. An uncomfortable pressure inside my pants. What have I done?! Should I just go back home or- no! I need to finish my work. But in my situation right now, I’m unable to finish my work.
A sudden thought crossed my mind. No, I shouldn’t think like this! But… it’s too tempting to resist. It’s extremely risky, and it might cost my entire career, but it doesn’t really matter right now. What matters most now is how I can get to her office without drawing any attention on me and my problem…