Up close, his toned body glistened with sweat. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily. Blood was dripping down his nose, leaking into his mouth. His white teeth were coated with the dark red consistency.
His pale green eyes searched th...
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Celeste Warren
"You need to do something more... interesting, per say," my boss, Shawn said. "Something that will keep the readers interested, something that the world wants to know about," he explained. I nodded my head along with him, showing him that I was grasping into every word. "I'll let you choose a subject, but you need to make sure it meets those expectations. If it doesn't, consider yourself fired."
My shoulders fell as I stared at him in disbelief. Fired? I've been working here for over a year. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes very much. Shawn was never this hard on me, so I don't know what changed.
I played with the corner of the page in my notebook, my shoulders sagging as Shawn rambled on about the same thing.
I needed to brainstorm. I needed a subject that would really get the readers going. Quickly, I had put together the fact that I wanted to interview and do a report on somebody that the world cared about... someone the world wanted to know more about. That was going to be difficult for many reasons. For one, how was I supposed to be near anyone like that? How was I supposed to get close to them? How was I going to get them to spill information?
"Got it?" I looked up, his words grasping my attention. His thick, bushy eyebrows were raised as he waited for me to respond.
"Yeah, got it." I answered. I wasn't listening. My mind was throwing ideas and questions around rapidly, trying to figure things out. I had no idea what he was wondering if I'd supposedly got, but I assumed that it had something to do with what him and I were talking about originally. We weren't doing much talking. Perhaps he was just... scolding me.
"Good," Shawn replied. "Now, go home. You're off for the rest of the day. By Monday, I expect you to have a subject." I nodded my head along, still trying to figure out a topic. When I came up with nothing, I sighed and closed the black notebook in front of me, rising from my seat.
Shawn's office was nice, elegant looking. Respectable. The walls were as white as can be, he had a black, wooden desk with an expensive computer I could never even imagine being able to afford. Along with that, he had a black leather chair behind his desk, which he always sat in. He had two, not as nice, black leather chairs for coworkers, employees, and clients to sit in.
"Bye, Shawn," I waved. He waved me off and I nearly rolled my eyes. I walked out of the building, the patter of my own steps being heard on the concrete below me.
Shawn was a... well, I wouldn't say nice man, he was just a man. He was definitely a perfectionist. For his day to go well, he needs everything to be perfect. Owning a building where around forty people work for him, it's hard for everything to go smoothly. There's been very few times where Shawn has been genuinely pleasant to me. Although, I don't think he dislikes me. When Shawn dislikes someone, everyone else knows, including them. He makes it known, for sure. I like to think it's unintentional, but with Shawn, nobody ever knows. I'll just say, he's not subtle at all when he dislikes somebody. Especially when they work for him.
