Saved by the sea

Chapter 5

As I walked to my desk to take my things away I rushed, stumbling over myself a bit, needing to be fast if I hoped to catch Oliver. So I walked to his office the moment I sat my bag on the desk. But before I could reach the door, I was stopped by his assistant.

"Mister Oliver is busy right now."

Her eyes were filled with hate and anger when she looked at me.

What the hell?

What did I do to her?

"Could you please tell him to call me?"

She looked like she was ready to either escort me from the office or slap me.

Neither of those things felt called for.

What's wrong with this woman?

"I will tell him, but he is very busy today... So don't expect it any time soon."

Her voice was filled with so much joy as she almost literally escorted me away from the door. There was a sick twist to her smile and I could not understand what the hell was going on here. Why was did woman so rude to me all of a shudder?

"Thank you."

I whispered as I walked away before I did something that I would regret later on... like slapping her or puling on her overly bleached extensions.

Once I returned to my desk to see a big pile of spreadsheets already waiting for me there that needed to be sorted and signed. This was not really my job, but I had been doing it for such a long time that I did not mind, I wanted to do my best to be part of the team.

As I sat down and pulled the first one open, my headache returned. After an hour of meaningless tasks that weren't even my responsibility, it turned into a full-blown migraine.

After two hours, I felt a deep shiver rise from within me. Okay, it meant that my fever also returned.

Shit...

I should probably go home and rest if I don't want to get more sick. But I still haven't heard from Oliver yet and I really wanted to talk with him, but I was feeling like s**t.

As my headache created black spots in my vision, I know there is no point in staying at work. There is no chance that I could finish any of this while feeling like this. I sank deeper into my chair as I wrote a quick email to Oliver, letting him know I was going home because I was sick and calling myself a taxi. After that, I didn't wait for his reply and rushed outside.

It took me a little longer than usual to get home and by the time I got home, my feet were barely holding me up.

Once inside, I sank down on the sofa without taking off my jacket or even taking off my shoes as the room began to spin.

Shit...

I closed my eyes and began breathing deeply through an open mouth as I tried to push down the nausea that was rising.

And that's when my phone began to beep, informing me about an incoming call.

Slowly, I picked up without even looking at who was calling as I did not want to open my eyes.

"Beka...darling..."

I heard Oliver's voice at the other end of the line, and it made my heart flutter. He probably called worried when he saw my email.

"I just saw your email."

How sweet of him to call.

"How are you feeling? Will you be at work tomorrow? Do you think it is contagious?"

"No... no... I think I just got a cold."

"Great, so rest up, and I will see you tomorrow. There is a lot of work that is waiting for you. I would visit... but I..."

"No, no, it is okay. I think I will be better tomorrow."

"Great... we have to finish everything by Friday so we can take a few days off for the honeymoon. Okay... see you tomorrow... call me if anything changes."

And he ended the call before I could answer him.

The next call received was from my dad.

"Honey? Are you okay?"

"Daddy, I'm okay, it's just a cold... it's nothing... I will be better tomorrow."

"Maybe you should take the rest of the week off... and maybe I could come over or do you need to see a doctor? I could take you?"

"Daddy... I'm okay... I just need a shower and a good night's sleep."

"But Beka...."

"No daddy. I will sleep it off and there is no need for you to come... rest... please daddy?"

I heard I defeated sight as my father answered.

"Fine, but rest up, and I will send a car for you tomorrow morning to drive you to work if you will be filling up to it."

"Okay daddy... love you..."

"Love you baby girl... Now go rest..."

"Bey..."

I said as I ended the call before daddy made some genius idea with the reason why he should visit me or blackmail me into taking time off. He met well I knew, but Oliver said that there is a lot to do.

While I released a deep sight and sank back down, into the sofa, I felt sleep overtaking my feverish body. So before passing out I slipped off my jacket and sank back down onto the couch.

I woke up a few hours later. I think it was only a few hours as it was still bright outside, but the bone-deep shiver had returned with a deeper force. I knew I needed more rest, so I stumbled into my bedroom striped bare, took some ibuprofen and crawled under the cool sheets.

As soon as my head touched the pillow, sleep took over and once again I blacked out.

The next time I woke it was already dark. I could feel that my body temperature was returning to normal as the shiver was minimal, and the headache was now reduced to a little ache, so I decided to take a shower, eat something and go back to bed.

The shower came first as my body was now covered in sweat and hot water would help to fight the shiver and the fever.

I took my time in the shower... letting water run down my body as... washing away the last signs of the sickness...

When I finally finished, the bathroom was filled with steam. I pulled on a fluffy robe and made my way into the kitchen.

The moment I stepped into the kitchen, my doorbell rang.

Who the hell could this be?

I opened the door and saw a guy in his early twenties holding a big garment bag.

"Beka West?"

"Yes..."

"Good... sign here and here."

I did as he asked as he handed me the garment bag.

"Have a nice evening."

He said to me as he turned around and left.

"Thank you... bye..."

It took a moment for my fervor brain to figure out what this was, but there is no way I could forget this ugly color.

As I opened the bag I saw an ugly shiny white fabric mocking me.

How can it look even worse here than it did at the store?

I stood there staring at it for a moment, truing to find redeeming qualities, but I couldn't find any.

I was dreading the moment I would have to wear it again.

But maybe... maybe it will look better... maybe it is all just my imagination...

And it will all be okay.

And I will have a lovely wedding that I can look back upon with a smile.

I closed the bag again and took it to my closet, to hang it in a way that would not damage it.

As I closed the door thinking that maybe there is a chance a magic fairy would fix this, but this was no fairy tail. So with closing the door, I hoped it would help me ignore the problem.

Once I returned to the kitchen, I realized that it seemed the dress had ruined my appetite. So I just went back to bed, hoping that tomorrow would be better.