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Breathe - Writing Storm 4

She had a scowl on her face that could not be removed. It came about whenever people made her cross. Lately that was pretty often. There just wasn't enough doors to slam so she slammed the only door closest to her and ranted on about how stupid everyone was around her. Was she the only one who knew how to get things done right? 
Breathe in. Breathe out. They tell her. Like that was going to help cool her blazing rage. She could light up a room with that much energy she was emitting. 
She retreated to her small office. Her haven. The place where she could just be with her own thoughts and where all she needed was there. Her favourite mug was carefully placed in front of her so that she could see it everyday. A dear friend had given it to her on her birthday and on it it said, "don't worry be happy" an apt reminder for days like today. In the mug she had placed dozens of little notes that said all the nice things about her. Once during their department meeting their HOD started a little game that required everyone to write down three nice things to 5 colleagues in the room. She wasn't surprised when most people wrote there `honest' besides 'nice smile' and 'helpful'. Yeah she was honest maybe.. when people did something wrong. She couldn't keep things in and ended up on some occasions putting her foot in her mouth and causing some damage in her friendships. And yeah she smiled a lot too when she wasn't scowling.. and she loved to ''help" people, or more like butt in when it wasn't so much of her business.
She closed her eyes and tried taking those deep breaths. For a minute it worked on her and she smiled to herself. She didn't realize that she wasn't alone having left her door slightly ajar and was now being watched. Sensing a presence she opened her eyes to look up at a guy in a navy blue shirt, white tie and a silly grin on his face standing at her desk. He was the guy from the department next door who she bumped into everyday at the train station. This time, breathing was becoming a little difficult for her and this was not something she was used to. As she remembered what had happened on the train earlier today a blush crept up her face and she wished she could just sink into her chair and disappear.

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