One Hundred And One Sleepless Nights

Stupid Vic and his stupid confusing signals. Stupid Jack and his stupid not finding me attractive. Stupid vodka and it's stupid getting me drunk. To say I was in a foul mood when I went to work would be an understatement. I marched to my desk, dumped my bag down and glared at the papers waiting for me.
"Zee, that Simon Davie from Hanson's Shoes wants to do that feature article with you. I said you'd call him." Laurie told me.
"Simon Davie can go fuck himself." I grumbled as my head hit off of the desk.
"Are you okay?" Laurie asked carefully.
"Wow, who pissed you off?" Debbie asked, hovering over me.
"Men are stupid."
"Amen." Debbie grinned.
"It can't be that bad." Laurie reasoned.
"Jack still hasn't called me. Vic is hot one minute then cold the next. He put me to bed. Why did he put me to bed?" I asked desperately.
"He put you to bed?" Laurie asked excitedly.
"What about his fiancée?" Debbie asked.
"I don't know! She wasn't there. Plus she made him stay sober at the party. Who does that?" I sighed.
"Zandra, may I see your work?" someone asked. I looked up and glared at a woman. She was in her fifties and was polished and immaculate wearing an expensive skirt suit, high heels.
"No, you may not." I snapped.
"Oh?" she asked.
"Yes, oh. I am talking and I am in the middle of a crisis." I said moodily.
"Leave your crisis at home."
"I am sorry, but I can't." I fumed.
"Then perhaps, Zandra, you are in the wrong job."
"Oh, I know I'm in the wrong job," I laughed bitterly. "My job is shit."
"Nice to know." the woman said tightly before she walked away.
"Ugh, some people..." I sighed.
"Do you know who that is?" Debbie asked, her eyes wide.
"Um... No."
"Zee, that's Jessica Aldridge. She's in charge." Laurie explained.
"No, Birdy is in charge and that woman in the glasses is on top." I said.
"Jessica is over the woman in the glasses. You can't get higher than Jessica. She started the magazine." Laurie said.
"Just what I need," I huffed. "I'm dead. I'm going to lose my job. I just told the head boss that I thought the job she pays me to do is shit." I panicked.
"Birdy is coming over." Debbie whispered.
"Office if you don't mind, Zandra." she droned. I sighed and followed her in. I felt Debbie and Laurie watching me. I fear they may not see me again.
I went into the office and saw Jessica waiting. I bit down onto my lip anxiously. I sat in front of her and she put her manicured nails on the desk. "You think it's acceptable to speak to anyone like that?" she asked.
"No, I don't." I told her.
"Then why did you talk to me like I'm nothing?"
"I'm sorry, Ms Aldridge. I just have a lot going on a home. I'm having a bad day."
"I don't care what sort of day you're having. If my job is so shit perhaps you should find one elsewhere."
"You can't do that." I gasped.
"Now you're telling me what I can and can't do?" she raised her eyebrows. Birdy was waiting with a smug smile. Bitch.
"I didn't mean it like that. Please, I need this job. I need the money."
"I don't care, you don't disrespect me like that." Jessica snapped.
"I have a little girl. I need this job to support her. You can't take that away from me."
"I'm sorry, Zandra. I think you should collect your things. We'll be opening your position to the public Monday morning." she told me solemnly.
"I'm a single mother. Please." I muttered. I was starting to get upset.
"If you finish the article you were working on I'll pay you freelance. I'm sorry."
Jessica was still talking but I had stopped listening. I've been fired. She hasn't said the words but I know I don't have any job anymore. What am I going to do? I have bills to pay. I have Alex. How can I buy her nice things and nice food with no job? Can I really go back to modelling? How can I hustle the wage I get paid here? I feel like my insides are being torn out and tramped on. All because of my car crash of a love life. What's the point?

I've been sitting in my car since I left work. It's turned dark now. Can I really face going inside? At least Alex is with Vic, I'd hate for her to see me like this. I'm so pathetic. It turned dark a while ago now. I can't really stay in here all night. I sighed and gripped my keys in my hand.
Then I stumbled out and towards my apartment. I went up fumbled with my keys to get inside. In my apartment it was just as I had left it. Nothing had changed. Of course it hadn't. I went to my room and collapsed down onto my bed. I couldnt stop myself from crying. This could be the best thing that ever happened to me. But right now it feels like the end of everything.
I took my phone and tried to call someone. But no one was answering. I called the only person that I could think of. I wiped my eyes as I waited for him to answer.
"Hello?" Vic mumbled.
"Hey." I sniffled.
"Zee?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Do you know what time it is?" he sighed. "Wait, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called." I rushed.
"What's wrong?"
"Vic, who's that?" I heard Polly ask.
"It's doesn't matter. Go back to sleep." I mumbled and hung up.
I lay on my bed for a while. I didn't even realise someone had opened the door. But I heard the door shut behind them. I looked over and saw Vic smiling gently at me. He walked over and lay down next to me on my bed. He took my hand and ran his thumb over my skin in soothing circles.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"You sounded upset." he shrugged.
"You're sweet." I told him.
"And you're sad, what's wrong?" he asked seriously.
"I lost my job," I admitted, my voice choked. "It's all my fault." I cried. Vic didn't say anything, he just pulled me to his chest and let me cry. That was all I really needed.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? I can't believe how much feedback I've been getting. Thank you so much guys! Are you for Vandra? Whoever came up with that let me know, your username has slipped my mind. Or do you like Jack? But what will Zee do? Will she go back into modelling? :)