The Colors Of His Persona

His Persona- 2

I released a weary sigh, the weight of the day settling heavily upon me. Today had been particularly taxing, though it had managed to distract me from my usual spiral of negative thoughts. My phone suddenly chimed with a notification. I hadn't checked it since that guy left earlier in the morning, but he had certainly made an impression.

"New story update: Jake the Panty-Ripper." I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as the words left my lips, and I quickly glanced around, half expecting someone to have overheard. Excitedly, I looked at the clock near the door—it was almost 8 PM, and Mrs. Clinton had yet to arrive. I assumed she was preoccupied with family matters once again, as she hadn't called or left a message.

Taking advantage of the lull, I scanned the store, eager to lose myself in the world of fantasy and fiction once more. However, my concentration was shattered by the sound of the store bell followed by a burst of giggles. I glanced up, offering a quick greeting before returning my attention to my phone. It was only four women in office attire, engrossed in animated conversation. "That HL building is going to get famous fast," I said under my breath. Disrupting my concentration the irritation grew as their conversation dominated the airwaves, drowning out my thoughts.

"He is the CEO after all, he gets to do what he wants," one of the women declared.

"But he's rough around the edges—like, all the edges," another added emphatically.

"Don't be like that...um...it's just his character," someone else countered, though their hesitation was evident.

"Yeah right, say that without hesitating," another chimed in skeptically.

Their gossip was surprisingly intriguing, and I found myself unable to resist eavesdropping. The mention of the CEO piqued my interest—I had spent so much time thinking about him earlier. He must be some high-class jerk, I mused, lost in thought. The image of a young bachelor with a silver spoon flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but fantasize about the steamy office romances I had read about in books.

Lost in reverie, I failed to notice my hand slipping, sending a container of orange juice crashing to the ground. The liquid spilled onto the women's clothes, eliciting surprised squeals from them. Panicked, I rushed to clean up the mess, apologizing profusely as I did so.

"Please, let me help—" I began, but my offer was met with anger and disdain. The women berated me, their insults stinging with every word.

"Get away from me, you useless thing," one of them spat, pushing me aside roughly.

I watched in shock as they stormed out of the store, their voices echoing with threats of revenge. Mrs. Clinton arrived just in time to witness the chaos, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. I could feel her disappointment as she surveyed the scene before her.

As the door closed behind the women, Mrs. Clinton's demeanor softened, and she let out a laugh—a rare sight indeed. "That was quite a scene, dear," she chuckled, patting my shoulder affectionately. "You made this old lady laugh as if she were young again."

Relieved by her unexpected reaction, I watched as she moved behind the counter, her laughter still echoing in the air. "I'm not angry, dear," she assured me, her tone gentle yet firm. "In fact, I'm rather impressed. It takes a few to embarrass those who are so mighty."

Grateful for her understanding, I listened as she instructed me to take the day off tomorrow to avoid any further confrontation. With a murmured thank you, I gathered my belongings and bid her goodbye before stepping out into the cool night air.

The starry sky greeted me, offering solace in its silent beauty. I found myself drawn to the towering HL Inc. building across the street, its grandeur captivating even in the darkness. With a longing sigh, I crossed the road, the allure of the building pulling me closer.

"Not like you care wind it takes hours just to make it look decent" I mumbled brushing my fingers through the curls.

I began to continue my walk the night was uneventful in this quite neighborhood. A plus to why I think businesses have decided to start building here.

The clear anticipation of wanting to see this poor neighborhood shine but then the sudden sadness of knowing it would cause a chaotic situation.

"If you value your life sure but do remember who holds power here" 

As I approached, a voice cut through the night—a low, angry growl that sent shivers down my spine. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of a figure disappearing into the darkness, leaving me with a sense of unease that lingered long after they were gone.