What Happened to Monday's Pt1
Monday is a tough day for many people. It's the first day of the week, and it always feels like it's an uphill battle from there. For most people, this means getting up early and getting their week started. For one, it means putting on a brave face and dealing with the mess that Monday now, regrettably, brings.
Morning light peeled through the shades of Darren's bedroom, abruptly waking him ten minutes before the alarm was set to go off. The first irritant of the day, he thought. He lazily rolled out of bed to make his way to the shower. Standing under the onslaught of burning water droplets, Darren desperately racked his brain for some, fuck, any excuse to stay home. I can't afford to loose a day of pay, he thought. And what the fuck would he do if I didn't show?! After 30 minutes of reflection in the shower, Darren knew he had to go to just suck it up and go to work. The steam irradiated off of his body as he stepped out of the shower. Wiping the steam from the mirror to brush his hair, he suddenly got a good look at himself.
28 years old, 6' tall, and more muscle than the average male. Chiseled jawline, blue eyes, and golden blonde hair. Darren was, by anyones standards, attractive. He was always popular in school and never had trouble getting women in his bed. Just by looking at him you'd think he has it all. Fuck, I'm gonna be late. Working as a financial analyst was fantastic, he had a desk, great pay, normal hours, and allowed him to somewhat live in luxury. The large and reputable accounting firm in downtown Phoenix that he worked for was by far the fanciest work environment Darren had ever landed. He was proud of his job, being the youngest of his 3 siblings but significantly more successful somewhat gave him a leg up in family social settings. However it was his resounding personal success that made his current predicament even more stressful. His 30 minute commute gave him plenty of time to dread the upcoming work day, and the inevitable humiliation he would face.
Darren quickly sat down at his desk and started up his computer. Whew right on time, that's one less thing to worry about. He thought.
"Good morning Darren! How was your weekend?"
He looked up from his computer, it was Christina, his unbelievably hot coworker whose desk was teasingly right across from his own.
"Hey Christina, it was um good, yours?"
The conversation went the way it always did exchanging typical pleasantries, as much as Darren wanted in her pants his brain was somewhat preoccupied as he continuously glanced at the elevator. Maybe he'd get lucky this Monday and he wouldn't show up. 3 hours went by of nervous half working half habitually glancing at the elevator. Then, the inevitable happened. Ding. The elevator doors slid open and there he was.
Jason, the sight of him made Darren's blood boil and stomach plummet. Into the office walked a 5'6 man in a black suit and tie with a Swiss backpack. He wasn't much to look at, short, not ugly but not terribly attractive, which average body build. Any bystander would look and see an average looking dude, certainly not on the same level physically as Darren. A few people said hi to him as he walked across the office to the executive boardroom, he didn't even look in Darren's direction.
"Are you ok?"
Darren snapped out of his momentary paralysis, realizing he had been frustratingly staring at Jason walk from the elevator to the boardroom. Darren looked up to see Christina at his desk.
"Sorry, yeah just thinking about something."
Christina gave a momentary puzzled look before brushing it off
"I'm gonna go get a coffee, you wanna come with?"
As much as he wanted to go get coffee with the hottest girl in the office he just couldn't risk it.
"Umm no thanks I've stuff got a cup I'm working on."
Christina walked away from his desk, taking a momentary notice of the obviously empty coffee cup on Darren's desk. What a strange guy, was he staring at the new assistant? She wondered. The clock ticked by, every minute that passed reminded Darren of what was coming when the board broke for lunch. After what felt like a lifetime, the boardroom empties and everyone went their separate ways. Last to leave after the COO was Jason, he once again walked to the elevator without acknowledging Darren's existence. Darren could feel his stomach begin to churn and sweat forming on his forehead. Bzzzt Darren's cell phone lit up with a new text notification on his Lock Screen. He apprehensively picked it up to read the text.
3 rd floor private bathroom. Now, Boy.