Free Longboard (Desk Surfing Series Book 1) by Davila Eggert Page A

felt in the back of my mind, my safety seemed like it was shifting.  I don't know if that made me less safe.  But I thought about what would be at the office.  If Longboard wasn't interested then what would it be?  I guess I felt safe because he needed me for the presentation on Wednesday.  He couldn't have fired me right then and there because who could he get to cover for me in less than twelve hours.  But I heard stories about some nasty firings.  I wasn't around at the exact moment when Brianna, the old office manager, was let go.  But I remember one day she seemed like she wasn't really working.  And the next day she didn't come back, ever.  I didn't see her after that.  I thought I might even see her at the Bean Connect .  Bean Connect was a local Hawaiian copy of Starbucks.  She liked that place.  And it was three blocks from the office, so you could technically go there without bumping into anyone from the office, maybe.  Brianna wasn't my friend but she liked my working style.  We never had any problems. 
                  I tried to find a time device.  I had no clock on any wall.  I called it being modern.  But maybe it was being lazy or trying to get my deposit back by not making holes in the walls.  It was either a watch or my cell phone.  That's how I kept track of time.  When I found my phone, it said 9:43 pm.  Not the longest nap but it was good to get it in.  I was planning on being fashionably late.  I figured Longboard would be on time, so I didn't want him to think I was desperate or desperately looking for something.  Strolling in any time after 11:20 pm would strike a balance between responsible and fashionable.  Plus, I wanted to say high to everyone from the office before Osmi got really packed.  Then it'd be hard to locate everyone.  And not saying hi to someone would affect my ability to play office politics.  People cared about that kind of thing.  I don't know why.
                  Looking through my closet, I didn't want to try something from college to see if I still could fit it.  I didn't want my ego getting ahead of me.  Plus, my style had changed from college.  But I did wear cute stuff to college parties, no lie. I went classy over sexy, no cleavage showing cuz I didn't have any.  But I showed arms and legs.  I put myself in an all-black sleeveless T-shirt dress.  It could have come off too girly but I minimized the bling, no watch, just an X-patterned leather wristband.  I parted my hair down the middle, with brown heeled-sandals to match the wristband--not the dress.  I put my credit and debit cards in a red wallet-purse, along with my ID and phone--no lipstick or gloss.  Then I sat down and tried to find the part of the American Horror Story episode where I had fallen asleep. 

 
    Chapter 4
                  It was 11:03 pm when I jumped in my Mazda Protege .  It would take about ten mintues to get to Osmi and then another six or seven to park.  By my estimation, I'd walk in the door at about 11:25.  It worked out almost to the second.  There was a line, but basically they were holding people outside to make it look like there was a line to get in.  Like Longboard said, there was a list and we only had to drop the name Key Way Insurance to be on it.  The bouncer was one of the biggest Samoan dudes I'd ever seen, which made me glad I was on the list.  He wasn't so much tall as he was wide.  The two white guy bouncers were taller but the Samoan guy had shoulders for days, for weeks.  I had to look back to see what the back looked like.  Without facial features he looked like a half wall from behind, barely any curvature for a butt.  There was just this mass standing there.  I walked down the black hallway toward the blue curtain that hung at the end.  I could hear dubstep playing and felt what sounded like a medium-sized crowd.  The music was mixed up with some European accented English, sung by what