𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 - James Patrick March

5

"Did you hear about Will Drake?" Jazmine asked Hazel as she ironed out the linens while Jazmine folded them. "I have not." Hazel said. "Well, he's supposedly buying the hotel, and he also has a fashion show today." Jazmine smiled, the thought of a fashion show seemed really cool. "That's absurd." She spoke, truthfully. "Well, I wish him well. I don't think he'll last in here with all this evil." Jazmine folded the last of the linens. "I find it quite annoying that I still work for him even dead—don't you ever feel like trying to get out, to runaway?" Jazmine asked. "No, I think it's wonderful working for Mr. March." The older woman smiled. "You're just saying that, I know you're loyal. But this is tiring. Getting blood out of things isn't easy and it's time absorbing. You're telling me you've never thought about being free? Not giving a care?" She asked. "Oh no, I intend on working for Mr. March for the rest of my life." Hazel said proudly. Jazmine sighed.

"Bullshit." Jazmine muttered as she stood up, walking towards the elevator. Once she got on, she held back her tears. As happy as she was to be back and to meet someone as sweet as Liz, she hated how she was in the same position she was in before she died. Once she got off the elevator she went to her favorite spot, the seat at the bar.

Liz walked over to the girl, sighing deeply. "Every time you come here you're either depressed or overly excited." She said and Jazmine laughed. "I hate it here. Everything and everyone except for you. I just wish I could leave." She admitted. "Well, as flattered as I am, you can't hate everything and everyone. You have to get used to it." Liz said, Jazmine looked at the doors, the morning sky arising. It was like a magnetic force pulling her to the door, she couldn't help her feet from going towards it.

"It looks so beautiful out there." She smiled as the sky. Watching as cars past by, they looked super different than what she remembered. She watched as people walked by, some jogging, some with earphones in. She was just in awe. "Hey, Liz?" She called from by the door. "Yes, Jazmine?" She replied back. "What are those little things everyone has in their ears?" She asked, Liz smiled, it was fun teaching the woman about modern day things.

"Earphones. You listen to music in them. Any song you want and you won't be able to hear anything but music." She explained. Jazmine's eyes widened. "That's so cool. I want some." She smiled. Turning back to the exit she pushed the door open. Her foot touched the ground, she could feel the cold air, before she knew it, she was back at the door.

Her hand touched the glass as her eyes widened. "Jazmine, darling. You can't leave." She heard James' voice. "I know that." She removed her hand from the glass, walking past the man.

There was no try in trying to get an apology from him, she's learned to just go with whatever heat he gave her and act like nothing had never happened. Yeah, he apologized sometimes, but not all the time. Each time he did apologize, it was always a surprise.

Sitting back in her seat she adjusted the uniform dress she had been wearing. Bouncing her leg, watching as someone came down from their room, ordering a drink. She was surprised that she was alive. "Are you mad about yesterday?" James asked, appearing next to her. "No. I'm upset that I can't leave." She admitted. James placed his hand over hers, she shivered at the unfamiliar—yet somewhat—familiar feeling. "I know you want to leave. But I'm afraid that that's not possible." He said she nodded. "You'll love it here once you join in on the fun." James smiled, Jazmine pulled her hand away. "I'm not killing anyone." She whispered to him, seeing as the guest could clearly hear and see them.

James cocked his head, raising his eyebrows. "Then I'm afraid you'll hate it here forever." He said as he stood up. She watched as the man disappeared.

She never had an easy, good going talk with him. It was always disagreements. It was like a nightmare, but of course she was happy to be in his presence but not when all they did was disagree or argue with each other, she was going to make it better one way or another.

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