Day 22 (Part 1)

(Grace's POV)

Waking up and remembering what it felt like to be in the arms of the person you love seems to give out the greatest feeling. Not everyone can harbor these kinds of feelings in a span of 22 days! Come to think of it, I've always been head over heels for this guy that is sleeping beside me. But then, somewhere out in the outskirts of Manhattan, someone wasn't really happy with how Ross and I were getting better with each other. 

Recalling what was written in the letter gave me chills. I didn't want to think that someone was envious of what Ross and I were sharing. I loved this man but there was some part of me telling me that he's keeping something. I didn't want to doubt his loyalty but he was giving me enough reasons to doubt him really hard. I shook out the idea. 

Hours later, Ross and I were off to our respective offices. But before I can say something to protest that he didn't need to send me to work. I didn't know how to keep my mind straight without having to think about what happened last night with me reading the letter. I had to put a calm facade before him. It was hard to do it. I think I managed to keep everything cool as I kissed him goodbye at the lobby of the building where the magazine was located. I took the lift and much to my disappointment, I shared the space with no other than the witch. 

She smirked at me as I stepped inside the lift. I wanted to get on another lift but the rest of the people waited for me to get in. I ignored her presence amidst the other people who were inside the lift with us. She held on her bag as the lift stopped on the 8th floor. A couple of people left the lift. Only 5 people left including me and the witch. The lift hit 12th and the three people got out. 

As the doors close, the two of us were left to deal with each other's presence. I needed to bear the ride up to the 19th floor. God! Could this day get any worse? I tried so hard to ignore her presence there but the devil doesn't want to go unnoticed. I sighed as she pressed the stop button of the lift. I stared at her in disbelief and crossed my arms as she stood in front of me this time. She was smiling slyly.

"I sure do hope you know what you're doing with your boyfriend," she admonished. What the heck is she up to?

"Whatever it is that I do with him is none of your business."

"It is. I never back down from a fight, Ms. Rutherford."

I looked at her with a brow slightly raised. "What did I to you to deserve this kind of treatment?"

"I won't tell...this keeps the fire burning don't you think? Do you really know the guy that you're sharing a bed with?"

I shoved past her and pushed a button for the lift to continue. She was now furious that I made a really harsh move towards her. The lift made a sound to indicate that we've reached the 19th floor. Before the doors open, I walked out of the lift not even bothering to look at her. I stopped and turned around to look at her to give her my last threat. I have a strange feeling that she has something to do with the letter that I got yesterday.

"If I were you, I'd stop this game. It's tiring but I guess it's what love-starved people do. They intend to get other people's happiness. Enjoy while you can, before you hit your doom." I turned my back at her and headed to my workstation. Talking back to her felt good and it was something that I've wanted to do ever since she stepped into this office. She needed to know where she stood.