Into The Devil's Mind

𝚈 𝙾 𝚄 𝙷 𝙰 𝚅 𝙴 𝚃 𝙾 𝙼𝙴 𝙴 𝚃 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝚂 𝙸 𝙽 𝙽 𝙴 𝚁

*THAT IS NOT THE MC**

𝚇 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸

                                                                 𝙰 𝙽𝙾𝙽-𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴      

"BUT WHY!" I yelled to the guy at the front desk, as he read over my application.

He took off his glasses, placing them on the tile that made my fingers ice cold. "Ma'am, you're absolutely beautiful and I'm sure your worth ethic is great but your resume.. you lack the experience qualified, I don't think it'd be appropriate to hire you." He stated calmly.

"What more do you guys want from me? I've applied three times!" I exclaimed, slapping my hand down onto the cold tile.

"I understand the frustration." He says calmly once again, and honestly I was a little annoyed with how nonchalant this guy was. 

It's be easy for a him to say that I mean, he's a man that's making 6 figures a month just for working in this enterprise and being in the presence of a billionaire. It's like a piece of cake for him. 

"Sir do you want to know something?" I smirked, leaning in closer to the glass that kept us separated. "I think you and this enterprise is UTTER SHIT!" I said, getting up out of the cold chair, strutting for the entrance.

Before he had the time to call security I was up and out the tall, white building.

I reached into my pocket to smoke a cigarette, muttering curse words under my breath. I traced my fingers along it the packaging, "shitty company, shitty CEO." I said aloud to myself. I searched for my lighter reaching my hand into my jacket.

As I lit my cigarette, 3 black trucks pull up in front of the enterprise, with a limo right in the middle. I walked closer to get a look until I heard a deep voice say, "Ma'am, please step out of the way." He wasn't any older than I'd say mid 30s. He had a beard covering his face, dark blonde hair, and deep brown eyes I could probably see my reflection if I was close enough.

I walked away from the trucks and back into the building, confusion and curiosity taking over my body. The nosey Xali in me decided to go leave the scene but not too far I couldn't visibly see anything. 

A tall man stepped out of the limo, he was obviously strapped with a gun and so were the 4 bodyguards on both sides of him, front and back.

 A short, Latina brunette with blonde highlights was also standing next to him with a notebook. She wore black glasses that complimented her blue jeans and brown eyes, black v neck shirt and white vest. But what stood out the most were her beautiful black heels. Besides from her long wavy hair, beautiful dark skin and amazing model worth facial features. 

She frantically wrote down everything he was saying, trying to keep up with him. She was short, he was tall from this view, It was without a doubt hard to keep up with him.

His presence was so cold, and so was his face. Everyone in the building was shocked, the workers were obviously in panic. I didn't quite understand, maybe he was the CEO of this trash place, maybe I needed to tell him how shitty it was, I thought to myself.

Workers quickly began shuffling papers, frantically continuing conversations again, acting quickly for the customers like everything was normal, but anyone with eyes could see how nervous they were considering the fact that the very guy I was talking to not even 10 minutes ago is now having an anxiety attack. I almost laughed to myself.

He leaned down to her ear and whispered something. The woman that stood next to him started walking around, quickly viewing and writing down something. Working habits I assume. I mean I was literally looking inside a building from afar yet on the property analyzing everything, she could have been writing anything.