Man in Black

20.Man in black.

“ ci come on stop playing around, and tell are you alright?” Damon asked.

“ you called every freaking hour since the morning and asked if I am alright? if something is wrong? And every time I told you the same answer that I was fine more what do you want?” I said in a monotone as I was checking my files.

“ I am sorry I am annoying you but I am just worried? ” he said.

“ Damon, what's wrong why you worried? ” I asked taking him seriously now as I sat back straight.

“ hmm ci actually...” I saw Jessica through the glass door signaling that my clients have arrived and I had to rush for the meeting.

“ Damon bye, take care, love you, talk to you later,” I said immediately cutting the call as I hurried for the meeting with my files.

I was in the meeting for three hours my back was aching as I basically dragged my body to my office.

My team walked in standing in front of me. “ congratulations guys, we did it. Amazing presentation! ” I said as I sat my butt down on the chair relaxing.

“ you guys can take a day’s leave as you'll have worked really hard throughout the weekend and yeah dinner is on me,” I said happily as we finally bagged the project that we worked hard for.

“ Yeah! ” they all yelled in excitement and walked away.

I checked my phone to see that I had seventy-five missed calls, two hundred messages asking me to reply from Damon. This guy is seriously gone mad.

The phone in my office started ringing I answered it and the lady at the reception answered: “ ma'am we have been getting calls from a certain Damon, do you know him or should I call the cops ” she asked.

“ no-no that's ok he's a friend of mine.” I immediately dialed Damon's number I am going to kill him and feed him to the dogs, no. Poor dogs would die. Because of his madness.

But before I could call I was getting a call from him, I picked it up on the first ring “ what the hell is wrong with you? why dint you answer my fucking calls? Are you alright? do you need help? I have my friends in Florida if you need help they will come they are wrestlers ” he kept rambling.

“ what the hell is wrong with you? are you out of your freaking marbles. My receptionist was about to call the cops on you. I get it you worried and all but seriously dude you got to chill I am alright. I have been staying here in Florida for almost six months now and nothing has happened. Except for that one time when that stupid spider crawled over me. But apart from that no nothing.” I said trying to calm him down.

“you're serious! ” he asked confirming.

“yea, positive ”. I said Damon was always the loving and caring and overreacting one he was not the type to break bones and mend things like Lexi and drew he's more of I am here for you, you can cry on my shoulder types.

“ no one, your staying with trying to harm you,”  he asked being careful with his words.

“ no, I guess,” I said shrugging not understanding a single word he just said.

“ What the hell be sure no guesses,” he said back in panic mode.

“ yea I am sure,” I said in a monotone.

“ fine, I will stop calling you every half hour and extend the time to one hour only if you share your location with me,” he said trying to make a ridiculous deal but it was better than him calling me every thirty minutes.

“ fine!  Bye now ” I said irritated.

“ Bye, love you,” he said cutting the call.

Huh, I grunted in annoyance what's wrong with this guy something is going on with him.