6:07 AM, the flashing red numbers seemed to be taunting Cherie through the dark.
The sun wasn't even up yet, why the hell should she be?
"Fine, I'll get up." She grumbled as she reached out from beneath the warmth of her comforter, hitting the OFF button on her alarm clock.
She was grateful its persistent beeping had stopped, but the annoying ring of her work phone soon replaced it.
No doubt it was her jackass of a boss, Darius Ephraim, who was the head of P.I.U., which stood for Paranormal Investigation Unit; she worked their Special Interest cases.
She grabbed it and before she had it flipped open, she could hear Darius' grainy voice barking through the receiver.
"Godiva! Are you out of bed yet?"
God, she hated it when he called her by her last name but he only did because he knew just how much it pissed her off.
"No sir, I just woke up. It's still dark out." She muttered, suppressing a yawn.
"What in God's name are you waiting for then, get your ass out of bed and get here immediately!" Darius barked, nearly causing Cherie to go deaf in her right ear.
"Yes sir, I'll be there as soon as possible." She replied, rolling her eyes.
She snapped the phone shut before Darius had another chance to bitch at her.
Pushing away the warmth of her comforter, she reluctantly willed herself to get out of bed and sleepily march into her bathroom.
The black marbled tiles were cold against her bare feet; the sudden shock of cold woke her up a little more.
The bright overhead lights came on by theirself, illuminating the rest of the bathroom.
By the right wall was a black marble top counter with a black porcelain sink set into it and a large wall mirror set in the center of two shelves that extended to the ceiling.
To the left was a black porcelain toilet and beside that was a huge black marbled garden tub that Cherie stepped into before pulling the frosted white shower curtain.
She turned on the water, making it a perfect combination of hot and cold.
Once showered and dried off, Cherie made her way into her walk-in closet to get her clothes.
She chose to wear a plain white tank top and white lace panties underneath her black denim jeans and uniform jacket with P.I.U. S.I stitched into the fabric above the right breast pocket.
The annoying ring of her work phone once again disrupted the quiet of her room.
"What the hell is the hurry Darius?" She snapped, flipping it open to answer it.
"Does it take you this long to get to work, Godiva?" Darius' grainy voice barked into her ear.
"No sir, I just got out of the shower." She replied, imagining herself throwing her phone at her boss' oversized head.
"Damn it Godiva, get your ass in here right now!"
Blowing breath out her nose as she snapped the phone shut before dropping into her breast pocket, she grabbed her purse off her nightstand and hurried downstairs to the living room.
Before she reached the front door, her phone went off again but this time the ring was a different tone signaling someone other than Darius was calling her.
Setting her purse on the table by the front door, she pulled out her phone and flipped it open.
"Cherie! Oh good, good I was hoping I'd catch you before you left!"
It was the voice of one of her co-workers, Roch Toussaint who she affectionately calls Roach since she still finds it difficult to pronounce his name correctly.
"What is it Roach?" She answered as she dug her car keys and wallet out of her purse.
"Darius keeps calling me and Darrin; something is up his ass this morning,"
"Has he been calling you too?"
"Yes, he called me twice bitching at me to hurry my ass over there." She replied, walking out onto the front porch.
"I think he's got a case for us, you know how we haven't had much busy lately and everything's been oddly quiet, what do you think?"
"Honestly? I think Darius has a bug up his ass and he's just being his usual self." She laughed bitterly.
"I'm serious Cherie, what if something's up?"
"Then we've probably got a case and Darius is going to be an even bigger dick until it's over."
"That isn't funny Cherie; if we get a serious assignment you can't make stupid jokes like that,"
"At least not whenever Darius is around." Roch chuckled softly in her ear.
She smiled at Roch's words, silently chuckling at the joke.
That was one thing she liked about Roch, he shared her same dislike of their boss at P.I.U.
"Bloody hell, that jackass has a sixth sense or something, I got to take this, see you soon Cherie." Roch said quickly before hanging up to answer his boss' call.
"Better get to work before Darrin calls me, that ass acts like Darius' damned lapdog." She muttered as she unlocked her car door before getting into the driver's seat.
She set her purse, wallet and work phone in the passenger seat so it would be easily accessible while she drove the twenty-odd miles to P.I.U.'s office building.
As soon as she revved the engine of her kona blue 2012 Dodge Challenger into life, her phone went off, this time it was a different ring unlike the one for Darius or Roch.
That only meant it was Darrin Gunnlord calling her to bitch her ear off about Darius wanting her to hurry into work.
"I can't answer the damned phone Darrin, leave me alone." She grumbled, glaring at her phone as she backed out of the driveway.
As if by some miracle, the ringing suddenly stopped.
"Thank the lord." She sighed, turning on the radio as she eased into the god-awful morning traffic.