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It was the middle of the day and Felix closed the door of his car before fixing his clothes and walking towards the building. Workers were busily running here and there as he reached the reception where two young ladies were sitting.
"Good morning sir. How can I help you?" The brunette asked
"Is Chan in his office?"
"I'm sorry sir, but I guess you are dropping honourfications. It's CEO Chan. You may call him Mr Bang."
Felix rolled his eyes at his forgetfulness. 'Right he is in Chan's company.'
"Ahh yes... My mistake... is 'Mr. Bang' in his office?" He asked again and the receptionist typed something on the computer. Felix would be lying if he said that he liked the woman since she didn't give at least a hint of kindness with that high ponytail and heavy makeup.
"Yes, he is. Do you have an appointment?"
"No, I don't."
Appointment?
Why would Felix need an appointment?
"Then you can not meet him. Please leave or get an appointment."
Felix sighed, knowing that it's too late to get an appointment and after all why would he need an appointment. "Please tell him that I'm here and he will come."
"Look, whoever you are. Mr Bang is a busy person. He doesn't have time to waste on random people."
"I'm sorry but this is an important thing. I need to meet him soon." The freckled boy wasn't truly a fan of rude people and it pissed him off easily but for the sake of his reputation, he kept silent without a fuss.
"No. I won't. Leave before I call the security." The receptionist glared, annoyingly clicking her tongue.
"I'm calling Chan."
"Not gonna scare me, bitch."
It didn't go unnoticed by Felix who took his phone out to select a certain number and typed.
'Receptionist needs to learn how to talk.'
"What? Where is your so-called Chan?" She kept blabbering and Felix could feel how much his palm was itching and he claimed them together, tightly.
Because of her raised voice, people kept looking at him, embarrassing as well as annoying and whispers lingered in the air which triggered his short-tempered anger. He didn't have a right to be so since no one knew who he was but it didn't matter now. Not at all.
"Just leave you disgusting piece of shit."
Felix tried ignoring her, pushing his tongue against the walls of his cheeks.
"I said Leave!" She stood up banging her palm on the table, unreasonably mad and the girl next to her tried calming her down, scared that things won't be the same if their CEO see this.
Furiously, Felix grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, a strangled scream crawling out of her throat. Everyone around gasped, confused and curious when a dark-haired girl took a hold of his hand.
"Sir, please calm down."
"This bitch is annoying me and I tried so hard not to do this but she disrespect me." The boy spat.
"Please let sir. Let's solve this while talking." She said and yet the latter was wiggling under the boy's grip, cursing so bad.
"Felix," There he was, a young man, decently dressed in a black tuxedo stood in front of him. His blond hair nicely parted and his eyes were confusingly blank. "Let go."
Felix loosened his hand and obliging to the man almost immediately and Chan took him away to his office.
He was pushed against the wall and being kissed, roughly. Shoving his tongue in, Chan wrapped his arms around Felix's wrists, pinned them above while earning a soft whimper.
"Why are you fighting?" He asked nipping at the boy's skin, breath lingering at his neck.
Felix scoffed. "Do you even know what happened?"
"Whatever it was violence isn't the answer." Chan was held back by the shoulders by weak hands
"Are you seriously telling this to me, Chan?" The freckled boy stared at him, unbelievably.
He couldn't understand why the older wasn't talking for his side.
"Felix, you should learn to control your anger. Getting into fights doesn't get things done."
Felix was sad, more than he wanted to be and the fact that Chan was scolding him didn't digest well. It felt unfair.
"You know what?" He broke free from the grip, pushed Chan away and removed the ring he wore along with pulling the chain that hung on his neck.
He tossed it awayontoo the desk, the necklace entangled with the car keys he got from Chan for his birthday and turned away. "Don't call me again."
What wounded him more was that Chan didn't stop him, tears building and burning his eyes, yet he kept his back straight and barged out of the company, single again.
