The Billionaire's torment

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What is the best way to inflict pain on someone without bruising them visually? The silent treatment.

The whole ambiance resembled a funeral. Heck, I could even feel the receptionist's quick breaths being drawn in and out due to her perturbation and even heard a distant mosquito buzzing about.

His silence was the key to controlling that abominating atmosphere. The panacea would be his voice but his towering figure was turned on us with flenched fists.

Come on say something. Anything, be it good or bad

If he could express what was going on in his mind, at least I could act out on it. The fact that he was dead silent was making me percolate with rage.

It was an act of passive-aggressiveness as he had well-chosen his way to punish us by withdrawing himself emotionally. He knew he was the one in charge and all of us were mere chess pieces waiting for his next move.

I couldn't hold my train of thoughts anymore and I let my furious piercing words ring :

'' Sir you witnessed how this man was trying to abuse the lady? As the CEO are you going to allow such unethical behavior? ''

'S-sir she is right... I was scared he could get me fired s-so I didn't say anything....' 'the receptionist stuttered while fidgeting with the hem of her neatly ironed maroon blazer.
Just when I finally felt relieved as the lady had defended herself, the CEO's tone thundered :

'' Miss Erika, in my office right now''

And just like that, he never turned around and walked away with Erika following him like a child being dragged to the principal unwillingly.

I was left with the repellent man whose bulging eyes closed in, dripping with loath

' 'Did you think my nephew would have dared to say a word against me? You-' '

Nephew?

Before I would snap and do the unthinkable, I turned my heels and headed to the exit. I didn't want to do something catastrophic fueled by my rage which I could later regret.

Soon enough I was in the middle of the streets and on my way home.

I couldn't wrap my head around how death used to fill the air I was breathing in. One iota virus was all it took to claim away someone's most dear possession; life.

And the realization of how the other side of the world was still plunged in constant terror and mortality. Yesterday the news mentioned the major details of pregnant women affected with Covid 19 giving birth while being quarantined in the hospital and it made my heart sink.

As my heels clicked gently while trudged down the city, I felt the streets absorbing my negative thoughts.

There was the marriage of sounds: from the enigmatic chuckle of little kids playfully bickering among themselves to the soft coo of the emerald-ringed chalky pigeons.

The breathtaking sunset appeared before me, each day changing its pattern of colors as if it was a canvas splashed by random colors every day by different artists and today's mix was an ombré of peach, violet, gold, and fire red.

I pictured it as a metaphor. The pandemic will not last forever as the world was even able to beat something as atrocious as the Black Death. Just like this magnificent sunset at the end of my ominous day, the new sunrise will kiss the whole world to life soon, meanwhile, we just have to hold up.

Aimée had texted me mentioning that she was waiting for me in front of my apartment and that she had a surprise for me.

Aimée was one of the two best friends I had. She was French and a very beautiful chubby girl. She always reminded me of Greek goddesses with her golden locks and bright eyes.