IMOGEN MARK "Ouch," I whined, rubbing the bump on my forehead. "Nikita," I called my best friend who was sprawled carelessly on the bed.  Nikita Bend obviously heard me but chose to ignore me; she winced and turned around, covering her ears with a pillow.  "Nikita!" I snapped, wearing a frown.  She groaned, muttering cuss words to herself before she succumbed to roll over again and sat up straight, pulling her knees to her chest. "What the heck is your problem?" She frowned, raised her arms above her head to stretch, yawning loudly.  "Is the bump on my head so noticable?" I asked, rubbing the bump gently.  

Quick A/N: I made this chapter long, which means more words to read. I'll try to update it sooner. Don't forget to leave your comments, they're really motivating 😊 ***"Nikita, are you crazy?!" I snapped at her.  "What's your problem? I can't drive you to work everyday, I also have things to attend to with my personal life, now get out of my car." She unlocked the doors.  "Why'd you stop driving mid-way? HamIX International is still way far away from here." I grumbled.  "That isn't my problem, you know?" She smirked at me. "You can walk to the nearest bus stop which is twenty minutes away then go with a public bus." 

~ IMOGEN MARK ~ I had woken up this morning as early as I could. I couldn't bear to get into trouble with that asshole of a boss.  I had worn a knee-length grey pencil skirt with a black shirt tucked into it and a grey blazer, with a pair of matching white stiletto heels and a white handbag which had fake diamond designs around it. My shoulder-length blonde hair had been dyed into black last night with hair extension to make it fall all the way down to just above my butt. My thin lips were covered in thick wine lipstick, making my electric blue eyes seem like they were shining brighter than ever.  I didn't bother to depend on Nikita for a ride to work but hired a taxi driver to pick me up every morning. With a grin on,

"Miss Mark," Hames called. "The Manager of 'Friz and co.' will be here in a few minutes. I hope everything is ready?"  "Uh— yeah, sure." I scratched my arm, dropping the files on his table. "I'll send the remaining part of it to your email."  He hummed a response. His fingers drummed on his laptop keys really fast, forming the beat of a song.  Seriously? He hadn't said a thing about last Saturday. He was really going to ignore it? I felt his gaze on me so I raised my head to stare at him. "What do you want?" He questioned crankily.  "Nothing." I shook my head.  "If it

"Wow, you're leaving for work so early?" Lila teased. "Your new boss has done more good than bad to you."  A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I was in no mood to argue with her. "Silly." I stood in front of the oval-shaped dressing mirror, adjusting the collar of my pink button down shirt.  "Gosh, you're also dressing like you're going to work and not a club." She looked truly dazzled, buttoning her shirt.  "Silly." I chortled, brushing my hair and tied it into a ponytail.  "Why did you change the color of your hair? I liked it blonde and shoulder-length." She walked to the nightstand and poured herself a glass of water, pulling its brim to her lips.