SINS (Completed)

I SHOULD HAVE BEEN GAY

A person.

"Kill me! Uh, I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going."

Ugh, what a day. I bend down picking up my stuff, when I notice a pair of hands joining to assemble my scattered mess.

"Chris, just hold on a minute please- are you alright?"

I look up at the deep, resonating voice of a man in a brisk black suit with a bluetooth earpiece in his ear. It takes me a moment to realise that the latter part of his speech was addressed to me, and I return him a quick nod.

Passing me the papers he stands up, while I pick up my laptop- only to see it has snapped from the center, the two parts of it rotating a full 360 with a creak. I groan inaudibly and stand. This day just gets better and better.

"Do you mind?" The guy asks me softly, gesturing to the door with his hand, and I notice that I'm standing at the door, preventing it from closing.

"Oh, right. Sorry." I enter the elevator hurriedly and the doors close with a ding. I press for the ground floor, when I see the button for the 28th is already pressed, and seeing as we're now on the 3rd, it's a long way to my destination.

"I don't want the statistics again, I just want you to close it-"

Mr. Suit chips into his device in frustration, and I jump slightly due to suddenness of the loud voice in the dead silence. I wonder which poor guy on the other end is sharing the bad day with me.

"The 320, it's out. I don't want to see it, I don't even want to hear you mention it again, Chris, is that understood? And I don't want any more trouble for the Henderson thing, so give them out the last figure and let me know."

I look at the floor number to see it's still moving past the 5th, what even- I feel like at the end of the elevator ride, this guy's probably going to fire me for some imaginary reason too, he's so edgy.

I look at my laptop to see if it is reparable, while he occasionally hums gravely. Bored, I peek sideways out of sheer curiosity, and I take his picture in.

He's powerful, is a definite one. I see him standing with both his hands thrust into his trouser pockets and his head bowed down as if in concentration. Going by a tall, lean built, smooth face and sharp features, his look is exceedingly formal. The only contradiction in his otherwise neat, spotless, expensive appearance is the roguish hair, which seems to be a result of having run a pair of hands through them too much. By all means, he is a handsome sight.

"Alright. And clear out my Friday schedule, all of it- no that's all- just keep me posted." He concludes and removes his earpiece with a small exhale.

I look back at the floor indicator, which is passing the 12th floor now. A minute of silence ensues before he speaks again.

"I apologize if I startled you with all the-" I turn to look at him, searching for a term to complete his sentence.

"Rampaging?" I offer with a small nervous smile and he returns it, with a slow shake of the head.

"Oh you don't even have an idea."

He turns back to look ahead while I don't.

"It seems you're someone who doesn't like it when things aren't exactly perfect." I try to make light conversation, so the ride doesn't get eerie, or awkward.

"Who does." He replies immediately, and his voice is so- formal and decisive. "Some of the people here just won't- I'm sure you understand."

I sigh mentally, drawing a picture of Kayla here, and my irritation resurfaces. I chug it down with a gulp.