Trapped

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty Two:

This isn't how it's supposed to be.

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“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I responded to Dianna. Her comforting words were enough to boost up my confidence in me. I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure of what’s going to happen but I am hoping for the best.

After all this is something that I really wanted. I worked hard for this project and even Maxwell told me that the idea was amazing and if she was to be part of the panel, it would be subject to acceptance.

“Can I take a look?” Dianna asked, pointing her fingers towards the hardcopy on my desk. Her words were careful, presumably she didn’t want to offend me in some sort in which I wasn’t.

I grabbed the file in my hand and passed it to her. She began turning the pages as she ready every word carefully. Dianna was fully engrossed with reading everything and I smiled at her even though she wasn’t looking at me. Dianna had always been a person who focuses on something to the point that she forgets there are other people around her. It’s one of her traits that I admire since I get easily distracted by other things. 

The moment my eyes caught a fraction of our manager entering her office then closed the door without even greeting us like an efficient leader would; I glanced at the glass window and waited for her to settle on her seat as she collected herself.

After she was done settling up, I tapped Dianna on her shoulders, causing her to stop from reading and then faced me with my file in her grasp. “Manager Evans is here, I’ll submit the project to her now.” I informed her, glancing back to the glass window wherein we can see our manager typing something in her phone.

Dianna frowned at me, “But I’m still not done reading.” then pouted her lips in my direction.

I laughed at her reaction, “I have a softcopy. I can email it to you.”

Her eyes glimmered with my reply then immediately closed the file then passed it to me. “Okay then I’ll be expecting that email, Chandria.” Dianna smiled at me in which I nodded. “Good luck!” She cheered and I stood up from my seat with the file in my hands.

Then I began to stride towards Manager Evans’ office.

On my peripheral vision, I can feel the stares from my office mates but I didn't paid attention because it will only add another set of anxiety inside me. 

I knock on the door three times. “Mrs. Evans, may I come in?” I softly uttered however enough for her to hear. I heard a response from the other side of the door.

“Come in,” She replied nonchalantly.

As I closed the door behind me, I was welcomed by Mrs. Evans who was sitting on her desk and was still busy with her phone. So I stood there silently, waiting for her to put her phone down and then face towards my direction. However, there were no changes with her action so I faked a cough at her, hoping that would caught her attention but to no avail, it did not.

“Uhm, Mrs. Evans,” I began, my voice held that confident manner even though she was practically ignoring me even if she agreed for me to come in. If she was busy, I would definitely understand but she was just busy with her phone and hasn't even turned on her computer. I was growing impatient as the seconds passed by. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” I added.

With my words, I had her attention now as she placed her phone down and then looked at me with an emotionless face. Seemingly annoyed that I had interrupted her morning session of doing useless things on her phone. In which, was something prohibited in the office since we were not allowed to use our phones unless it’s for emergencies. And by the look of it, it doesn't look like that she had some emergencies going on.

She didn't even care to offer a reply but she just looked at me as if she was judging my entire existence. I fisted my free hand on my side as I curled it into a fist. My patience was depleting as the more seconds that I spent inside her room. But I needed to suppress my irritation.

I kept in my mind that I was more professional than her. That I will not stoop down her level even though she's acting very unprofessional right at this very moment. And also, I'm going to ask a favor from her even though she isn't someone who is suitable for that favor that I have in mind.

But I have to suck that all in because doing that would mean that I am one step closer to my dream.

"Mrs. Evans, there's something I wanted to talk about with you." I spoke as gentle as I could be. No annoyance or irritation in my voice showed. And I almost tapped myself on the back for holding back. 

She nodded at my words, "What is it, Ms. Quinn?" She asked, her voice still showing no interest. Like she shouldn't even be bothered right now.

I know damn well that it's too early for her to do something productive since she loves spending her time doing things that aren't even related to our work and me being in front of her is a roadblock for her to do something useless once again.

"It's the Project Selection Month, and I was wondering if I could submit my project proposal." I uttered with my decency even though every ounce of respect that I have for her had been out of the table and down the drain.

For a moment, her eyes widened at my words. Mrs. Evans' eyebrows knitted together with gritted teeth. But after a few seconds, her expressions had changed back to her famous emotionless face.

"No." was all she had answered then turned away as she picked up the phone on the table and began to type something on it. Her actions clearly showed that she was dismissing me already.

I stood there in shock as I couldn't fully process her words in my mind. Obviously, I was rendered immobilized and I didn't even expect for her to utter that word so easily as if it had slipped from her tongue without much thought.

I gripped my hand tighter as I felt a lump in my throat.

Am I really this unfortunate?

f**ck!