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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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3,698
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35
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I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Chase
"Fuckfuckfuck!"
Monday morning came too soon. The alarm went off and I realized I was running way behind schedule. I was going to be late to my shitty job once again. With the economy going like it was, I could not afford to lose my position even if I did hate it. I quickly got dressed and ran like a bat out of hell out of my apartment. I ran down the steps and out the double doors and I sprinted to the bus stop which was only a few feet away just as the bus was coming, I knew I would be able to catch it.
Once I stepped on the bus I took my seat and slipped on my earphones to listen to my Ipod so I wouldn't be disturbed, but that would not last very long. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hi." It was an old homeless looking man with poor hygiene.
I kept ignoring him.
"Hey lady!" he started to shout.
I kept pretending he wasn't there. Finally he got off the bus and flipped me off as he was leaving. I didn't really give a shit. I just wanted to get to work. Finally I got to my stop in downtown and went inside the buliding. I worked on the 18th floor. I made my way to the elevator and pressed the button for my floor. I had a bad feeling that my boss was going to chew me a new ass once I got up there. Once the doors opened I made my way out the elevator and went to my cubicle. No one said a word to me. As I sat down my office phone rang I picked it up.
"Amanda Thompson here." I said into the receiver.
"Hello Miss Thompson, so glad you could join us. I want to see you in my office in 5 minutes!"
It was my boss Rebecka Hart, and by the sound of her voice it was obvious she was pretty pissed off at me. I made my way to her office.
Once inside, she told me to have a seat.
"You have a problem with authority Miss Thompson. You believe that you are special, that somehow the rules do not apply to you."
She spoke to me without even looking at me. As she was speaking I was staring at two window cleaners on the scoffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down the surface of the glass. And then she looked over her glasses at me.
"Obviously Miss Thompson you are mistaken."
Her thick fingers kept clicking the keyboard as she continued to lecture me.
"This company is one of the top software companies in the world because every single employee understands that they are a part of a whole. Thus, if an emloyee has a problem, the company has a problem."
And then she looked me straight in the eye.
"The time has come to make a choice, Miss Thompson. Either you choose to be at your desk on time from now on, or you choose to find yourself another job. Do I make myself clear?"
All I could say was:
"Yes, Ms. Hart. Perfectly clear."
At this point I was pissed as I walked back to my cubicle. I hated my life, I hated my boss, and I hated this fucking job! I finally sat down at my desk and opened my drawer. I looked both ways to make sure no one saw me. Out of my drawer I took out a small box and opened it. In it was a razor. I took it out and made just enough of a cut in my skin to where it wasn't noticable. A little blood seeped out, but at least I was able to feel something. Satisfied, I put the box back in it's spot. Not too long after that a delivery person stopped by my cubilcle.
"Amanda Thompson?" He asked.
"Yeah that's me." I told him.
He handed me the electronic pad to sign and handed me my package.
He smiled and said, "Have a nice day!"
I wondered what was in the envelope so I opened it immediately, I reached inside and pulled out a cell phone of all things. I wondered who in the hell would send me a cell phone? And then it rang. I jumped at the sound. I flipped it open and held it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello Amanda." It was the same seductive mechanical voice I heard at the club the other night "Do you know who this is?"
My knees started to buckle and I sank into my chair.
"My admirer?"
"I'v been looking forward to this for a long time. But I am running out of time. I'm coming to get you Amanda."
"What?"
"Just stand up and see for yourself."
"Now?" I asked.
"Yes. Now."
His voice made me melt and finally I got the courage to stand and look over my cubicle. Holy fucking shit! It was him. The man from the club. He made eye contact with me and I ducked.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.
"I like the thrill of the chase. Don't you?" There was a flirtatious tone in his voice and then the line went dead.
I dived into the cubicle next to me. I could see him peeking into my cubicle. He looked around and grinned. He took off his sunglasses and for the first time I would see how blue his eyes were. I could not help but think about how beautiful he really was, even though he was stalking me.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." He said in teasing tone and smile on his face.
He walked down the hall and I made my way to an empty office. I opened a window and climbed on the ledge.
"This is fucking crazy!" I thought.
I stood there for the longest time and then finally I went back inside and of course he would be there waiting for me with my boss. He put me in handcuffs and escorted me out the building. The smirk on his face was that of triumph.
Monday morning came too soon. The alarm went off and I realized I was running way behind schedule. I was going to be late to my shitty job once again. With the economy going like it was, I could not afford to lose my position even if I did hate it. I quickly got dressed and ran like a bat out of hell out of my apartment. I ran down the steps and out the double doors and I sprinted to the bus stop which was only a few feet away just as the bus was coming, I knew I would be able to catch it.
Once I stepped on the bus I took my seat and slipped on my earphones to listen to my Ipod so I wouldn't be disturbed, but that would not last very long. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hi." It was an old homeless looking man with poor hygiene.
I kept ignoring him.
"Hey lady!" he started to shout.
I kept pretending he wasn't there. Finally he got off the bus and flipped me off as he was leaving. I didn't really give a shit. I just wanted to get to work. Finally I got to my stop in downtown and went inside the buliding. I worked on the 18th floor. I made my way to the elevator and pressed the button for my floor. I had a bad feeling that my boss was going to chew me a new ass once I got up there. Once the doors opened I made my way out the elevator and went to my cubicle. No one said a word to me. As I sat down my office phone rang I picked it up.
"Amanda Thompson here." I said into the receiver.
"Hello Miss Thompson, so glad you could join us. I want to see you in my office in 5 minutes!"
It was my boss Rebecka Hart, and by the sound of her voice it was obvious she was pretty pissed off at me. I made my way to her office.
Once inside, she told me to have a seat.
"You have a problem with authority Miss Thompson. You believe that you are special, that somehow the rules do not apply to you."
She spoke to me without even looking at me. As she was speaking I was staring at two window cleaners on the scoffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down the surface of the glass. And then she looked over her glasses at me.
"Obviously Miss Thompson you are mistaken."
Her thick fingers kept clicking the keyboard as she continued to lecture me.
"This company is one of the top software companies in the world because every single employee understands that they are a part of a whole. Thus, if an emloyee has a problem, the company has a problem."
And then she looked me straight in the eye.
"The time has come to make a choice, Miss Thompson. Either you choose to be at your desk on time from now on, or you choose to find yourself another job. Do I make myself clear?"
All I could say was:
"Yes, Ms. Hart. Perfectly clear."
At this point I was pissed as I walked back to my cubicle. I hated my life, I hated my boss, and I hated this fucking job! I finally sat down at my desk and opened my drawer. I looked both ways to make sure no one saw me. Out of my drawer I took out a small box and opened it. In it was a razor. I took it out and made just enough of a cut in my skin to where it wasn't noticable. A little blood seeped out, but at least I was able to feel something. Satisfied, I put the box back in it's spot. Not too long after that a delivery person stopped by my cubilcle.
"Amanda Thompson?" He asked.
"Yeah that's me." I told him.
He handed me the electronic pad to sign and handed me my package.
He smiled and said, "Have a nice day!"
I wondered what was in the envelope so I opened it immediately, I reached inside and pulled out a cell phone of all things. I wondered who in the hell would send me a cell phone? And then it rang. I jumped at the sound. I flipped it open and held it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello Amanda." It was the same seductive mechanical voice I heard at the club the other night "Do you know who this is?"
My knees started to buckle and I sank into my chair.
"My admirer?"
"I'v been looking forward to this for a long time. But I am running out of time. I'm coming to get you Amanda."
"What?"
"Just stand up and see for yourself."
"Now?" I asked.
"Yes. Now."
His voice made me melt and finally I got the courage to stand and look over my cubicle. Holy fucking shit! It was him. The man from the club. He made eye contact with me and I ducked.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.
"I like the thrill of the chase. Don't you?" There was a flirtatious tone in his voice and then the line went dead.
I dived into the cubicle next to me. I could see him peeking into my cubicle. He looked around and grinned. He took off his sunglasses and for the first time I would see how blue his eyes were. I could not help but think about how beautiful he really was, even though he was stalking me.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." He said in teasing tone and smile on his face.
He walked down the hall and I made my way to an empty office. I opened a window and climbed on the ledge.
"This is fucking crazy!" I thought.
I stood there for the longest time and then finally I went back inside and of course he would be there waiting for me with my boss. He put me in handcuffs and escorted me out the building. The smirk on his face was that of triumph.