Thread: Business as Usual {Niksis x Ms Catailia}

Never again. He had to go. But wasn't that always the case? Sophie Pyrce stumbled out of the elevator as if she had been drunk, in all actuality she had basically fallen asleep with her forehead leaned against the cold metal door. It was four in the morning after all, and she hadn't had a wink of sleep. She had gotten home late the night before, nearly midnight since she had to finish up some reports for her boss. Her long time boyfriend, Christopher, had not be pleased. This led to the usual fight, maybe a little more violent from pent up sexual tension considering she had little time to spend with him all week. All week meant Thursday though, it had only been three days before the fight, three days of hardly being available because her boss couldn't seem to even make appearances at the office. It only took three days for her boyfriend to snap which led to now. Thursday at four in the morning. She was a mess. At least, Sophie felt that way. She always felt that way after dealing with Christopher. Taking a step toward her desk though, it became even more apparent when her heel snapped. Fuck... she muttered to herself as she reached a slender hand out to lean against a wall. Lifting her foot she removed her shoe and took in the damage. It was a clean snap luckily, something she could easily fix. Removing her other dark heel, she carried the two plain business type heels to her desk, walking barefoot on the tight carpet in merely her dark shade of stockings. Once at her desk, she fell back into her chair, leaning her head back a moment to try and relax. She was exhausted. The night had been a blur but she was left with plenty of reminders. It had all been verbal at first but she made the sorry mistake of trying to calm Christopher down, which only led to the same old argument 'You don't think I can control myself?' That led to his examples of control which included but were not limited to slamming her face against the window, but not through it twisting her arm behind her back painfully so, but not breaking it and slapping her across the face, but not leaving a permanent mark. He liked to remind her how much damage he could do without ever leaving visible evidence. This was because her caramel colored skin very rarely showed bruises. Not only that, but she had become a professional at covering it all up. This was no more apparent than when she unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a black faux leather bag in which she stored all the necessities for an after fight morning. But first, where was that heel? She reached down to pick up the broken one she had placed on the floor and with a quick dab of super glue, she stood the heel up on the desk so it could dry. Now, did she really want to walk all the way to the bathroom to change? She couldn't do it at her desk because of the cameras but... green eyes found their way to her boss' office. Troy Halberd The black letters stood boldly against the gold plaque. He didn't deserve that plaque and that office, but the world wasn't fair. He wouldn't mind if she borrowed it for a little while, he wouldnt even know. Taking her bag she made her way to his office, using her own key to unlock the door and enter. There was nothing personal about his office, but that was no surprise since he was hardly there. She had found out rather quickly since starting that she was running most of his work for him. It didn't bother her, to an extent, because she enjoyed the work. It was more so the lack of credit she received that got under her skin. Sophie didn't even feel like Troy noticed but she wasn't one to ask for praise. She just had to keep telling herself that eventually someone would notice. With the blinds drawn, slender fingers unbuttoned the white blouse she had been wearing. A frown on her lips when she noticed the seam split at the shoulder. Another something she would have to fix. A run in her stockings though, was not something she could fix. The ones she removed were trash but she would never think to throw them away in his office. Watch it be the one day he actually showed his face. The black pencil skirt that ended before her knees would be fine for another day's use, but a fresh pair of undergarments were always necessary so she pulled the skirt off as well. Quickly changing into another pair of black lace, to match the garter belt and bra, she pulled on a new pair of dark stockings, attaching the garter straps. There was something about looking sexy under her clothing that always gave her a confidence boost throughout the day. It was for her and her alone, she dressed for no one else, not even Christopher, but it was always a perk to be ready if things ever did call for a touch of sexy. Pulling on a dark blue long sleeved blouse, she tucked that into the tight pencil skirt that ended at the curve of her waist. It made her bussom, already a pronounced C cup, even more apparent as the shirt lay open near the top of her chest. Once dressed, she moved behind his desk to sit in his chair which was far more comfortable than her own. Digging her make up, mirror and brush out of her bag, she laid it all out before using the mirror to assess the damage. Her lips were slightly swollen from Christopher's rough use of them. There was slight bruising around the base of her neck from his choking her and she suddenly regretted the open top of the blouse. Her left cheek was a bit red but nothing she couldn't cover. And her dark brunette hair, that was a mess. Taking her time, she covered up all the flaws with a light coating of make up. Dark eye liner and mascara brought out her green eyes, and a dull red covered up her swollen lips. Luckily an other marks would be covered by clothing but the bruising around her neck was light enough to be covered by make up. With a quick brush of her hair, pulled into the usual loose sloppy bun that she found hid the stress of the day, she finally finished and it was only shortly after five. Peoplw would be arriving soon, and coffee would probably have been automatically prepared by now. Coffee would be the only thing to get her through the day. Cleaning up quickly and putting everything away in her bag, she made her way back to her desk, locking his door behind her. With the bag hidden away in her desk once more, she put her heels on and tested the one that had been broken. It worked just fine, a good temporary fix until she could get home that night. Finally ready for the day she made her way to the break room and poured some coffee into her own large mug. It was early, but having nothing else to do, she made her way back to her desk to begin work, sipping the black coffee she hadn't tainted with cream or sugar. She needed the surge of the bitterness to keep her awake today. Maybe she could manage a nap in her car at lunch, but for now, work needed to be done.