Peaches: My obsession, my angel, my love...

It was a chilly Saturday morning in New York, Irene wrapped herself in a warm coat as she made her way to ILM Corp for another day as a receptionist.

As I walked through the bustling streets, my thoughts drifted back to my ex-husband Mark, who also happens to be my boss at the company WE had founded together.

Our divorce had left me with only my front desk job, a bitter reminder of my failed marriage. Despite the cold, I couldn't help but shiver at the thought of facing Mark every day. Upon arriving at the office building, I was greeted by Tony, the security guard, whose perpetually grumpy demeanor always made me smile.

As I settled in at my desk, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoned me to the breakroom. Unfortunately, Mark had beat me to it. I hesitated upon seeing him already there but I decided to face this awkward situation head-on. When our eyes met, I averted my gaze to the coffee machine as fast as humanly possible, trying to focus on the primary task. After what seemed like hours of uncomfortable silence I finally finished making my coffee, I hurriedly left the break room and settled down at my desk to go through my emails. Among them was a group email from Mark, informing us that a company in California would be visiting for business and emphasizing the need for everyone to be on their "best behavior." I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the irony, considering that the only person known for acting out is Mark himself, with his occasional childish outbursts during board meetings and conferences. More people are starting to come in, I greet them with a good morning and my warmest smile, very fitting for the cold weather outside.

2:30 pm

I just returned to the office after enjoying my lunch break. I always make sure to bring food back for Tony, as he doesn't believe in taking breaks and works until midnight. To ensure he eats something, I usually bring food for him. "Hey, Tony! I brought you back some fettuccine alfredo from the Italian restaurant across the street. I'll put it in my mini fridge, and you can come grab it whenever you're ready," I said with a warm smile. "Thanks, Rene," he grumbled. "No problem," I giggled. Afterward, I made my way to my seat, getting comfortable once again. In about 20 minutes, our guests will arrive. I've checked all of my emails and have sent out a few. Now all I have to do is wait...