Y is for Yes #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the last week, each story has an element of non-consent or reluctance. Without further ado, enjoy Y is for Yes.

Winner! This post won for week 4. Check out the continuation here.

Why did I say yes? What was I thinking? I should have said no. I should have walked away. I should have…

But it was too late now.

When my boss asked me to work late, I said yes, and here I was, working until midnight.

I worked in a finance office, and I was the low (wo)man on the totem pole. So, when the boss needed someone to oversee a software update that was going to run late, he asked me. And I said yes because I wanted to impress the boss. I was an idiot.

I sighed and spun around in my desk chair. At 25, I was sometimes restless in an office job. But it paid well, and I generally liked the people I was working with. I had never worked this late before. I stopped spinning in the chair and decided to get up and get a cup of coffee from the kitchen. I had never worked this late previously, and the building was so much darker than I thought it would be.

My heels clicked on the tile floor in the hallway. The sound was ominous, and I felt a thrill of fear. I tugged at the hem of my skirt to pull it down and cover more of my legs. Then I pulled the collar of my sweater up around my face. I felt more protected that way. Each section of the hall lights turned on automatically as I walked toward the kitchen.

Besides the light I had left on in my office and the hall light, there were no other lights on in the building. The fear intensified into a knot in my stomach. What if someone else were in the building? What if someone were hiding?

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at myself. I had an overactive imagination sometimes. This was clearly one of those times. If someone else were in the building, the automatic lights would be coming on from the movement. I was just being ridiculous.

I went into the kitchen and made my coffee. I brought it back to my desk and sat down. I delved back into work, focusing for a while in the quiet. The hall light turned off on its own after fifteen minutes of no movement. I kept working.

Twenty minutes later, I saw the hall light turn on. The knot of fear in my stomach burst, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

I stood up from my desk and debated. Should I try to close my door quietly? Should I just hide behind my desk? My light. Oh shit, my light was on. That would be obvious even if I did close my door.

By the time I had processed it all, I had heard footsteps, and I was so scared that I fumbled and knocked over the cup of warm coffee. It spilled all down the front of me.

“Shit!” I said aloud before I could stop myself. Oh shit, indeed.

The footsteps came closer to my office door, and I panicked. I dropped to the floor behind my desk and held my breath.

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