Maybe This Time

CHAPTER FOURTEEN : HEART ATTACK

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Title : HAZY ARCHER 

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN   :        HEART ATTACK

                Victor told me to meet him at the seventh floor, in my whole existence at the company, I really haven’t rounded the whole building, I always am on my area, responding to all business invitations and biddings, evaluating projects, spending hours sitting on meetings, the elevator pinged open, I stepped out immediately, feeling so alien to the same building I have been serving for over two years now. I am expecting to see Victor as I step out of the elevator but instead it’s him, Archer…

 

                “I heard the two of you put on a really interesting scene at the cafeteria.” He said the words with nastiness, so what does Archer have to do with the “proposal”, instead of answering him, I went to my left and started walking,

                “It’s over here at the right.” His voice laced with disgust, I hastily walked past him with my chin held high.

                “Not everything you see, you should believe. Not everything you hear, are always true. Not every word spoken has deep importance.” I stop in my tracks and face him, annoyance radiating all over me, his eyes dark, but his lips are licked wet. Control yourself.

                “What exactly is your problem with me?” I asked him lowly, afraid that someone might be at earshot.

                “I’m just warning you.” His stance is so domineering.

                “What kind of friend are you!? You are so malicious! You are a shame!” I hiss back to him, I see him cringe and watch his eyes somehow defeated.

                “I am a friend whose honest and true enough to him, to the person that got the wrong idea about what he’s doing.” He said but his tone can’t hide the pain. I am somehow feeling the guilt but he deserves this… for everything he’s cost me…

                We stare longer than I wished but I just can’t hold back. Archer is still a big mystery to me. He’s like a riddle that frustrates me. A puzzle until now I still can’t solve.

                Someone’s coughing. A cough to get our attention, we both glare to the source of the voice, making the guy looking like on his early twenties be stiff by the door.

                “A-are we s-staring in any moment, S-sir?” his voice is shaking because we are still frowning. He breaths in deeply and exhaled professionally. While I cough in the remaining insults I have composed inside my head ready to fire.

                “Ms. Allen, after you.” He said professionally but the darkness of his stare not even changes.