33 UnHappening Pt. 2 (1/2)

The morning dawned upon us while we slept in each others' arms. It was the warm sunlight that soothed the cool ambience of the room. the chill of the night had forced us into enveloping with each other. Not that I didn't like the human contact when I opened my eyes in the morning!

What seemed like a normal day in our lives seemed a little brighter than yesterday, just because of the night before. Every word uttered, every little gesture, every small touch amplified what I Maddy meant for me. From now on, she would be the one and only for me.

I had transitioned from loving men to adore women. Ever since the first encounter with Maddy on the cruise, I had questioned myself regarding my identity. But everytime I slept with her, the clouds over my mind cleared. No longer did I need to ask myself if I was in the right. I took the reigns of my life and answered the question for myself. I accepted myself as a lesbian.

Confessing it to myself made my heart race faster. The thought of spending my time with Maddy with no moral question mark was a relief. It made me strong and happy to accept what I had become. And what I was, was a newly reformed human. No longer bitter, and completely able to accept and reciprocate love.

Yes, I was in love with this woman who slept in my arms.

I was in the middle of self-congratulations when I saw Madonna rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand like a cat. She let out a small yawn that resembles a cat's meow. If that didn't establish my thrusting love boner for her, I doubt anything will.

She went back to sleep, while I ran my hands in her shiny blonde hair. It was smooth. My fingers easily slipped through her luscious locks. it gave me immense pleasure to play with my feline partner. Plus it woke her up, and I got to witness the glory of her sleepy face.

I looked her. she saw me.

I smiled. She smiled.

My life was taking a turn for the better. And for once, I was on board.

Two more months passed in a bliss and the building of the new branch was nearing its completion. Madonna was still continuing her old position, and I still was the boss of everyone. Everything seemed normal until one day Madonna barged into my office and exclaimed,” I want a raise.”

I closed all the files I had in front of me and rushed to lock the office door. As soon as I turned the key, I turned around and made her sit in the chair. I bent down on my knees in front of her, held her hands, and asked her what the issue was.

”Blessing, I have been with your company for a while now. I have proved myself to be a good employee. But I am sick of the people I work with. My department is full of conventional thinkers. They're robots. Everyone who I work with has by the book ideas, but I have put my mind to work and have turned numbers that can match local car dealerships. If your company wants me to continue working for them, I deserve a raise.”

”Shh. Shh. Shh. Cool down babe. Ten months, and you're already fed up. How will you handle the whole branch by yourself?”

She threw her hand in the air in doubt before she asked me,” What are you talking about?”

”I didn't want to say it right now, but the new branch that is opening up soon. It will require a manager. So, I was thinking of asking you for the said job.”

Madonna heard the words coming out of my mouth and shrieked when I posed the question to her.

”Yes! Yes! Yes! I would love that so much. My own staff. My own office. No stupid people to listen to.”

”You do know I'd still be your boss right,” I asked.

”Yeah, of course.”

We nodded in agreement before she broke the silence and said,” So what is the plan? Do I throw my name in a raffle or I am already the chosen candidate?”

”You know, I never actually talked to my partners back in London. Give me a second and I will give you all the details.”

Saying that I stood back up and went to my phone. I dialed a foreign number and directly contacted one of the Directors. I let them know about my suggestion, and they let me know the requirements that Madonna had to complete to get that job. Dejected, I disconnected the call and looked at the enthused Madonna.

”There is a checklist that you'll have to complete. Only then you can be eligible for the job.”

”Well, I have been loyal, been putting out numbers, am a crowd favorite as well as loved by staff. What am I missing?”

After a brief pause, I answered her, ”A Bachelor's degree.”