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chapter 2

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days and days passed by, and
here it arrived, justin's favourite
time of the year, christmas.

too bad some people were really
passionate about ruining it for him.

"what do you mean tomorrow? i can't,
tomorrow it's christmas eve, mr. rodin."
his left hand rolled into a fist as his
other one held his phone up to his ear.

"i didn't really ask. christmas
morning and noon has got nothing
to do with christmas eve."

justin looked through his window,
white snow was all over the place already.
some children played with it in different ways
which normally warmed his heart, but as
the voice of his beloved boss was heard
through the phone he just wanted to
smash it against the wall behind him.

"it's supposed to be my day
off, boss. it's christmas, why
would i be in the office?"

"because i said so. you didn't show
up for two whole weeks, so you
better arrive this time. see you
tomorrow morning, bieber."

justin clenched his jaw as the line
went dead. he quickly needed
something to get his anger out on.

he threw his empty
coffee mug onto the floor,
making it break into little pieces.

he hated to go to work, so
he simply didn't for the past weeks,
using the holidays as an excuse.
he's going to regret that, huh?

"what a fucking-" he groaned
frustratedly, cutting himself off
"son of a bitch." he mumbled.

he sighed, trying to calm
himself down, failing miserably.
he started cleaning up after himself,
wishing he would've learned
to control his anger.

the next day he found himself
trying to finish every paperwork as
soon as he could, he just wanted to get
the hell out of there and arrive at home.

he finally finished everything, cussing
his boss under his breath for making
him work so much on the holidays.

he walked to work today, since his
mother had to borrow his car
since hers' was in the garage.

which means he's now walking
in the cold back home. at least he was
dressed well for the weather and his house
wasn't as far away from his office in
'Rodin Financial Business'.

every exhale he made, a pile of smoke from
the cold would enter his sight, which
only made him hug his coat tighter
and rub his palms together.

he looked down to the ground as his
black boots marked each of his
steps on the thin snow.

he sighed, waiting to arrive at home.
he was about to look up and see where
exactly is he, until a small figure
bumped onto his body.

"whoa." he held the figures' arms in
order for the person not to fall.

"shit." she sighed, "i'm sorry." the girl
mumbled, looking up to meet his eyes.