I was invisible, not the Hollywood kind of invisible but invisible in the sense that no one notices me.

  I could strut into the office wearing my blouse inside out and no one would even glance once at me.

The only time I am noticed is when my co-workers wanted work off their hands.

I stared blankly at my table, I could see almost eight files that were not mine.

  And no, I wasn't the junior lawyer, in fact, I was just a step away from being the senior.

People take advantage of a lot of things about me, for one, I could almost not say no, even when I had my own cases to attend to.

I closed my eyes and breathed in out, I was very tired. I had had to work in late through the month.

I was sure I looked like I needed hibernation, my wig wasn't even well combed and there were bags under my eyes.

I opened one of the files on my table then closed it. What to do? If I continue this way, I would have to call in at the hospital.

I bumped my head on the table, thinking of a way to get away from everything work-related.

A leave? My subconscious spoke up, I could have sworn I had someone else living in me.

"Yeah, you are right!" I mouthed, smoothening my unruly wig.

"You are so right," I repeated to myself. I snatched my keys and iPad and made for my boss's office.

-

Alyssa was sitting on my boss's table, she had dropped one of her files saying she was busy. Busy really? Her hands were slowly tracing Davis' shirt, she would stop and peck him. Both were not aware that I was watching.

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat, Alyssa didn't even look surprised, she turned, smirked at me and continued with the sin.

"Alyssa," he started, his voice rough and thick with emotions.

"Excuse us," he resumed, waving her off.

Alyssa made to leave then paused right in front of me and looked at me like I was trash. To think she still had her file with me.

David looked at me squarely and bid me come inside.

"Emily what do you want?"

Straight to the point. No "how are you doing?" No "how is work going?" Not like I really needed it but it would actually make me feel better.

"So, I wanted to... Leave. I would, huh, busy..." I rambled on and on. Davis held his head like I was causing him pain.

"How many months leave? Six? Nine?"