Bouncing into a parallel universe is not a viable excuse for tardiness.
Yet as Melanie made a mad dash toward the closing elevator door, no more feasible excuses were making themselves available to her.
She certainly could not offer the real reason behind her turning up half an hour late, as few would believe her if she told them that she, Miss Texas 2005, had spent last night in a swanky Chinese Restaurant wine-ing, dining, and seducing Damien, the overweight, hygienically challenged, male chauvinist asshole from the Marketing Department.
Fewer still would believe that she had spent the last hour and a half struggling to drag Damien’s drug addled body into his bathtub where he was currently doing the electric slide with a blow dryer.
Oh well, it didn’t much matter what they believed- as now that the only other applicant for the VP of Marketing position was out of the way, she could finally realize her true destiny.
As the elevator whirred up the 27 floors toward the Marketing Department, Melanie slipped the tiny strip of paper from the fortune cookie she picked up last night while at dinner with Damien: it read ‘You have an ambitious nature and will make a name for yourself.’
This is a Six Sentence Story written for Girlie on the Edge’s Blog Six Sentence Story Challenge. The cue word this week is Destiny.