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Heads turn as I storm up the stairs to Eric's office. Everybody knows me here now. They see Eric with me, and those who don't jump to conclusions- ask. Eric tells them. Or I do. Many people approach me instead, and it's not hard to see why.

I am out of breath when I reach Eric's floor, which tells me I won't be as brutal with my confrontation. If I took the elevator, I would be all over the place. At least leaping up the stairs burnt some of my energy and anger.

Nikki sits at her… I mean my desk, next to Eric's office. All that is separating them is a door and a thin glass window next to it. I don't know why I'm thinking the way I am… I almost turn back, but when I see her smug face, it all comes back to me.

"Miss Prior, Mr Coulter just returned from his meeting- "

"Yes, I know," I snap, watching her jump up from her seat and smile nervously. Her short, red hair sticks up from either side of her head, creating a soft sort of triangle around her. I've seen her around before. But she never worked on our floor.

Her green eyes look down when she realizes I am glaring, "He's in his office," she confirms, sitting back down on her chair and tugging down her perfectly fitted blouse.

I let myself in, slamming the door behind me. Eric furrows his eyebrows from across the room but doesn't look surprised, as if he knew I would come. He is wearing his favourite black suit. I notice him fixing his cufflinks. His eyes leave mine.

"I'm out of here in five minutes. I'm talking to the head of- "

"Why is she replacing me?"

"What?"

"Why is she," I point to the door, allowing my finger to make quick circles, "replacing me?" He frowns, stroking his tie. No reply. I take a deep breath before talking, "You said you didn't need a secretary today. I could have come but apparently, you found- "

"Why are you here?" he cuts me off, grabbing something off his desk and bending his shirt collar until he is satisfied with its angle.

"Obviously, I came to- "

"Check?" he asks, eyes hardening. I hold my breath, suddenly feeling guilty for nodding. Eric releases a huff of air and shuts down his laptop, taking out the USB and slipping it into his trouser pocket, "Thanks for the trust."

"Wait," I laugh mockingly, "Now I'm the bad guy?"

"Tris," he barks, making all the oxygen in the room turn into a solid block that surrounds our bodies, "Go home. I don't have time for your petty assumptions."

I'm assuming by 'petty assumptions' he means 'false accusations'. I don't know. The latter sounds less personal. It would have been a softer reply.

I shake my head, feeling stupid for wanting to yell at him some more. And then I decide that I must look stupid for still being in the room… with the way he is staring at me and all.

I walk out before I can say anything else. Nikki jumps up to send me a formal goodbye but I ignore her, running down the stairs to the ground floor.

I get stopped by Jake, a new person in my life. He works with Eric and he is built like Eric. The only thing he doesn't have in common with him is facial hair and tattoos.

"Tris," he smiles, showing a dimple near his mouth. I notice that he is too, wearing a suit, "What's the rush? Did the big boss send you home early?"

I smile softly and shake my head, still feeling the whiplash from the encounter with my boyfriend, "No, I'm not working today."

I glance towards the direction of the elevators, paranoid that Eric might appear and start an argument with me over my paranoid state. He wouldn't cheat on me. But what girl wouldn't overreact in the matter? …Right?

"Oh, lucky you," he chuckles, hitting my shoulder with a clipboard, "We're about to find out how the British have liked our training regime," I zone out for a second, not caring what he is babbling on about, "But you go home, yeah. You look tired. Get some rest while you can."

"What does that mean?"

Jake's brown eyes smile at me, "See you later, Tris."

SHSHSHSHSHSH

"What the fuuuuuuuuuuuck?!" Violet's voice screams through the apartment. I almost spill my coffee as I scramble up to my feet and race into the living room.

My eyes dart around the room until I find her. They settle on her tiny body, curled up on the sofa. Her hair covers her face, and she switches between rocking and jolting up and down.

"What's the matter?!" I panic, but seeing how she is unharmed my heart starts to slow down into its steady beat again.

Violet lifts her head, eyes reflecting pure rage and misery, "Abraham is dead!"

I pause, "Who is Abraham? Abraham Lincoln?"

She scrunches up her face in disgust, "What? Not Abraham fucking Lincoln, what's wrong with you?!"

I open my mouth to scold her but she cuts me off, "Abraham! From the Walking Dead!"

She points at the TV angrily and I see the Netflix menu and a big, fat thumbs down next to the Walking Dead icon.

"I don't know who that is," I say, "can you please calm down? It's just a movie."

"It's a TV show," she corrects, folding her arms.

"Regardless. You are not allowed to watch it. It's for adults- "

"Whatever," she scoffs.

"I am not kidding. If I see you watching it again, you're grounded," she gasps over-dramatically and straightens her back. That is the point when the front door slams. I gulp, not even close to ready to interact with Eric. I glance at the clock on the wall. 6pm. He is early.

"Daddy, tell Tris that I can watch the Walking Dead!" she storms past me and towards the corridor. I hear them collide and I hear him pick her up and place a big kiss at the top of her head. She squeals suddenly. He laughs.

"Look what I got you," I hear him say.

"Is that for me as well?" she asks.

There's a brief pause, "No that's for Tris," he replies quietly.

I go into the bathroom to wash off the make-up of today and funnily enough, Eric winds up behind me. I see his body in the mirror and decide to ignore it. Then, he touches me and I am obliged to turn around.

He holds his breath and for a moment I am afraid that I scared him without any make-up, "I'm sorry about earlier."

I look down, but he grabs my chin and tilts my head upwards, "Oh?"

"I needed some help but I did not want to force you to come in," he breathes, "Okay?"

So, it was that simple? Great, now I feel stupid. I try not to show it on my face.

"I got you this," his mouth twitches upwards and I find the courage to look into his eyes. He presses a velvet, square box into my hand, his breath close to my cheek.

Slowly, I pull the top backwards to reveal a simple circle with what looks like a diamond (of course it's a diamond) attached to a thin, golden chain. I run my finger over the stone, realizing that it is a necklace.

And then I realize that he just gave me an item of jewellery worth over a thousand dollars in our bathroom.

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