In May I joined in with the 'Blog Every Day in May' challenge which was really fun. As part of that, we had to share a poem or prose that we had written. One of my ambitions in life is to write a novel, I'd love that and have quite a few ideas in a variety of genres but chick lit seems to come a little easier to me. As part of the challenge I shared the first installment on something I have wanted to work on for a while....this is the first installment if you'd like to read it. Many of you commented and encouraged me to keep going, so here is the second installment. I'm hoping the third won't be nearly two months later this time! I am going to try and have a regular post, either every Friday if I can manage it or every fortnight on a Friday-maybe I could call it something....give me some ideas peeps! Well here it is...enjoy!
Ian had
betrayed her, Ian had made a fool of her, Ian had been the love of her life.
Why could she not get over him? It had been a month since that awful day and
still she couldn’t get her life together. Everything seemed to be on hold and
Abigail really needed to pull herself out of it. All she could think about at
the moment though was getting through today.
“So how
are you feeling about your presentation? Are you all set?” Carol asked in a low
voice.
“As
ready as I’ll ever be. I don’t know how I’m going to get through being in the
same room as him for a whole hour though.” Abigail’s voice quivered with panic,
she was to deliver a presentation to her boss today with some of the major
investors being present, and one of those investors was Ian.
Mr
Hopkins walked by and gave her the nod, the investors must already be in the
room. She wondered if Ian knew that it was her delivering the presentation.
Would he be feeling the same? Abigail didn’t have time to think about it all
now, she needed to keep her composure or she could lose her job, and that would
just top her year off! She followed her boss, receiving a ‘good luck’ mouthed
by Carol and took a deep breath as she entered the conference room.
Her
eyes swept the room, smiling of course to make a good impression, until she saw
him. Head down looking at his Blackberry, dressed sharply as always and still
with that slightly ruffled look in his hair that he always used to have first
thing in the morning. Abigail set up her PowerPoint and was ready to start. Ian
had still not looked up from his phone-was he that rude that he wasn’t even
going to look at her? After fumbling with her notecards and nervously beginning
her presentation, Abigail soon got in her stride and began to deliver the
project that she had worked on for the past year. She couldn’t help but glance
in his direction every few minutes but soon decided to forget he was there,
this was a real chance for her to make an impression on her boss and she didn’t
want to mess it up, not after what he did to her.
Before
she knew it, an hour had passed uneventfully and after being thanked profusely
by her boss, she was given the nod to leave. Abigail couldn’t decide whether
Ian had just been damn right rude or whether he’d been purposely avoiding her
gaze. She walked back to her desk, giving Carol a quick thumbs up from across
the office just so she wouldn’t worry. Abigail turned on her computer and
opened up her e-mails. 97 to work through, groan, this was one aspect of her
job that she hated, what happened to the old fashioned letter or even phone
call? As she scanned her inbox a familiar name caught her eye-Ian Swift. There
were five e-mails from the past hour. So that’s what he was doing, he was
looking at his Blackberry because he was e-mailing her. After no contact for
the past month, Abigail knew that she should just delete them but something
made her click open to the first e-mail from Ian Swift.
From: Smith, Ian
To: Waterford, Abigail
Date: 08/05/2012 10:02
Subject: Presentation
Abi, you are looking
ridiculously hot today, I was an idiot, let’s meet up at lunch.
I xx
Is he serious? Abigail couldn’t work out whether he was just
playing a sick joke or was being genuine. Did he really think she looked hot?
Was he really admitting to being an idiot? Was she really considering meeting
him after what he did?
From: Smith, Ian
To: Waterford, Abigail
Date: 08/05/2012 10:15
Subject: Lunch
We could go to your
favourite coffee shop in Trafalgar Square. I can’t believe I let you go, being
here listening to you today has finally made me realise what a fool I was.
Please let me take you out.
I x
Abigail closed down her e-mails as she saw Carol walking
over, if she saw them she’d march right into the meeting and tell him exactly
what she thought of him! Best avoid that particular scene, especially today
after the presentation had gone so well. However, the words of those e-mails
haunted her as she relived what had just happened in the meeting room. Was he really regretting it? She was so sure
that he didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. Abigail was trying not to
get her hopes up and couldn’t help remembering how hard the last month had been
but a part of her couldn’t ignore what he said, deep down she still loved him,
no matter what he had done.
There we go! Let me know your thoughts and if you'd like to read more!
Thanks for stopping by.
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