Always Been You

~Lola’s POV~

As I glanced at the time displayed on the wall of my office, I crossed my right leg over my left one and sat in a crossed-legged position.

Nothing about the file that I am currently holding comes to mind at all. I reviewed the file multiple times from beginning to end. Everything was in order, but something was amiss. Today is supposed to be my first day at work. These documents have my signature, and I am Mrs. Monroe. Who is Mr. Monroe?

I try to push the thought out of my mind while at the same time trying to remember where I signed these documents because, according to Mason, today is my first day at this company. Wait a minute, what is my name? The lady from the HR department treated me as though I were this VIP person. Is Mr. Monroe an important person? I swat it away once more. I pulled myself to my feet, still holding the file, and walked toward an office. To my surprise, it seemed as though I already knew where the office was located. There is no way today is my first day at work. I didn’t even bother to knock on the door; instead, I just opened it up and walked right on in. The man behind the desk didn’t shout at me or look surprised at what I had just done. It was as though he was used to my barging into his office. The man, made me squirm in his presence; he stared at what I was wearing with no expression whatsoever. I looked up at him and suddenly found my voice, but still, there was something about his tranquility that oozed confidence, power, and wealth.

“Morning, Mr. Monroe. I would like for you to sign these documents.” He reclined further in his chair and turned his attention to me at that moment. I wasn’t certain whether he had any questions, but all he did was stare at me. After noticing that I was starting to feel some awkwardness, I extended my hand to him, and he did the same thing as he took the file from my grasp. It seemed like my boss is a man of few words; the man didn’t say anything after taking the file from me. He opened the drawer, took out a pen, signed the document, and then handed it back to me. After that, he put the drawer back in its place.

“Is there anything else you would like me to assist you with today, Mrs. Monroe?” The question was posed, this voice, a voice that seemed like I had heard all my life. This quirkiness. It seems like I have witnessed it before. I feel as though I am familiar with him despite his haughty appearance.

Did Mason lie to me about my first day at work? Why do I feel like I know how things work around here?

“No, sir, that would be all for today?” I responded.

“You are excused.” I nodded and walked away. As I walked away from my boss’s office, I looked at the signature. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this signature somewhere else before. As I walked back to my office, I bumped into a lady with jet-black hair and green cat-like eyes. She looked at me with an appalled expression before sweeping my entire body, beginning at my head and working her way down. Then she painted a sultry smile for effect.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Hey there, Janet.”

Janet? So my name is Janet.

I was still trying to understand this Janet name that didn’t seem to fit me at all. Don’t get me wrong; Janet is a good name, but I was expecting something more Latin since I looked more Latin-was I adopted? Mainly due to the fact that a Latina like me would never have a name like that. I just shrugged it off and smiled at the lady in an awkward way. I don’t like this woman in front of me. I don’t know why, but I hate her. Don’t ask me why I hate her because, as far as I’m concerned, today is my first time here.

The lady smiled and started to confidently sashay her ass, and went to Mr. Monroe’s office. Wait, Mr. Monroe? Why would my boss and I share the same surname? Argh, this is confusing; I am going to have a headache. I need to call Mason.

Me: Hey, I think I’m going to have a heart attack; a lot of things don’t add up. You said today is my first day at work, but why do I seem to know my way around here, and a lady just called me Janet?

I sent the message to Mason, but instead of replying, he called back. As soon as I answered his call, I noticed that my breathing had become significantly faster.

Mason: Janet, Janet, are you okay?

Me: I can’t breathe.

Mason: Just rest; I will be there in 5 minutes.

I clutched my chest as I walked faster to my office. I went to my chair, looked down, saw a glass of water, drained it completely, and then I sat back down and relaxed. A few minutes later, Mason walked into my office and gave me some medication.

“Do I have to take all these at once?” He nodded, “Mason, these are seizure drugs. Do I have seizures?”

“Yes, most of the time you behave like this when you are about to have a seizure.”

“What are the other medications?”

“Just drink first. I will explain it in a bit.” He said, and I drank the medication, but something wasn’t adding up for me, so I had to be sure, so I asked.

“Mason, you said I was your fiancé, but people call me Mrs. Monroe. Why? And the owner of this company is Mr. Monroe; are we related?”

“Oh, it’s because you are a Monroe; the human resources department made a mistake and added an R to your Ms. As for the owner of this establishment, yes, you are related; he’s your brother…”