Certain Again 1

Certain Again 1

Miranda

She has been coming to my dream everyday. It was in various forms but most of the times she was my friend and I was trying to save both of us from a dangerous situation. Then I woke up sweating and got super super curious about her presence. That's because I don't talk to her anymore. I have not been talking to her for the last 10 years.

She is, well, was my close/best friend when I was in college. We used to drink together, study together and do final projects together. Well, I did most of the projects by myself and she just put her name on the paper but still.

Her name was Miranda Jole. I called her Miry.

We went to college together. Same, computer science major. These days, everyone wanted to major in computer science. I was sophomore when she changed her major to ours. We became friends very fast as I adored her and she adored me.

She wasn't really interested in computer science. She just did not see a future with her psychology major.

She was special to me. She was kind, funny, and couldn't let me hang around by myself. She always wanted to be with me. She wanted to study with me. She wanted to drink with me she wanted to stay in my yard, etc. etc..

There was no particular reason why I adored her. she was just pretty and had a natural luminescence. When she smiled, it looked like the whole world was shining with rainbows and unicorns. And I was weak with people like that.

She had a pitch black hair, reaching her mid back. She had deep emerald eyes, straight, pointy nose, and thick glossy lips. Miry was not only pretty, but she was gorgeous. Her height was 5' 6" which made her look like a model. Even when she wore sweat shirts and sweat pants, she looked like a nike model. The same looked like homeless when I wore them. It was so unfair.

"You are such a cat, Kristin Klaei!"

She used to said that a lot. It was because of my curly lips. My lips curled downward then upward making my thin lips look like cat's lips. And my sensitive attitude made that worse. She used to say I want to keep my friends close but not too close, just like a cat.

Anyway, that was time when I was going to college in New York. Now I am in San Francisco, where I can be who I am, gay as fuck and kinky as fuck I want as a fresh self where nobody knows my past.

"Kristin, could please approve?"

Well, except that I am working for a big tech company as an engineering manager who, literally cannot control anything.

"Sounds good. Just make sure the deployment is safe. Otherwise our new director might kill me before I learn his or her name."

"Rodger that."

One of my engineers said that.

That is right. On that day, a new director was joining our organization. Someone fresh from New York start-up.

Little did I know, that it was Miranda who not only stayed in the industry but also, ran multiple startups successfully already.

[Welcome, Miranda Jole to our family!"]

[Re: welcome!] Ronny

[Re: welcome, Ms director!] Tonny

...

So many welcome replies in my outlook inbox popped up but I could not join their enthusiasm or politics, whichever that is.

First, I thought it was a different Miranda and different Jole. But our welcome email includes a badge picture with a short introduction.

[I graduated Story Brook University with computer science major, did an MBA in New York while running a startup called Zipped, which now is bought by nitrosoft. I enjoy spending time in home with my hubby, Blah blah...]

My mouth was wide open and I could not close that. It was the same Miranda Jole that I used to know, that I have never talked to since the college graduation. That was 10 years ago.

I didn't even know she got married. I used to tell her I would buy her a TV when she gets married.

Certain panic whipped my spine.

"Wow she is my boss now?"

"That is right, girl."

And there she was.

I was sitting at my office desk. Quite dull, white standing desk at the corner of the building. That was the most secluded area in the entire office. I don't like standing so I have never used the standing aspect before and I plan not to.

Anyway, I sprang up from my sit as I hear a familiar nostalgic voice, that I only heard and missed in my dream.

"Good morning. Miranda."

"Morning, Kristin. You did not change a bit. Not even aged a bit. You look like you are still 23."

Said she with her glazing emerald eyes.

"Uhhh thanks?"

And I responded like an idiot.

"I... I did not know you were the one joining. Quite a grown up you are now."

I smirked as if we were friends like we used to, as if I am proud that she is where she is.

"Rrrright."

She smiled, looking down on me.

"I learned a thing or two and grew up."

"..."

"After you ghosted me."

My mouth was stuck, as if it were never open before. I rolled my eyes down to her feet. She was wearing red high heels.

'Damn, that's why she looks much much taller.'

I was wearing crocs.... So....

"Uhhhhh... I didn't mean to?"

"Of course. You didn't mean to. When you know my number, when my picture pops up in your whatsapp, when I messaged you, called you so many times until I gave up, and when Tris even sent you an email about my wedding. You didn't mean to ignore my existence at all, did you?"

I really did not know about the email because I also ghosted that email inbox after college.

"Wa..."

"But, that is a history."

When I was about to say wait, she cut me off.

"From now, we will work together as coworkers. All emotions aside."

"Are you mad at me for that?"

I could not help but ask.

"Yes. But not at work."

She smiled gently.

I felt a warm sensation when I saw her smile. She always had this innocent smile. This innocent smile where the tip of her lips curl upwards and her eyes narrow down made me feel so warm and cozy, as if I want to hug her all that. That was from college time and now I am feeling that again.

"For now, I would need a quarterly plan for your team by this week so I can catch up quick."

I stared at her intensively as I was thinking of our college time. The time I felt sorry for her...

But why did I feel sorry for?

"Hello?"

She snapped out of my day dreaming.

"Oh... yea, sure. Welcome to the team. Miry."

I grinned awkwardly and said to her. As I stood awkwardly, she leaned forward slightly next to my ear and whispered.

"Of course. Such a pleasure to hear that name again, Krissy."

When her low growling voice crawled down my spine, I remembered why I cut her off after college.