Survivor

21 > "Tick tock, you running out of time." ~Enrico

I noticed a pair of heels step in my line of view and looked up to see a woman standing in a pencil skirt, blouse and a blazer over, tying her look together. Grabbing my earphones out of my ears, I waited for her to speak.

"Would you like something to drink miss Giovanna?" She asked softly, her eyes not meeting my gaze.

"No, thank you very much." I replied, giving her a small smile.

She nodded her understanding and turned around, heading towards the main desk situated on this floor and continuing her secretarial duties.

"Isabella!" A sharp voice cut in a few moments later.

I looked up to see another woman, dressed in similar attire, strutting in as if she owned the place. She approached the secretary, whose name I now came to know, seemingly fuming. Storming towards the desk and she began arguing with Isabella in hushed whispers, her voice escalating with each word.

"Just give me the damn papers!"

Letting out a sigh of defeat, Isabella focused her attention on the computer, her fingers flying over keyboard and the printer situated at her side, began spewing out paper. The 'angry secretary' was leaning against the counter chewing gun and scrolling through her phone when she suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting mine.

Not bothering to divert my gaze or play it off, as if I hadn't been looking directly at her, I let my eyes linger on her for a few more seconds before returning my attention to my phone resting in my lap.

Seconds later, the sound of heels clicking clacking on the polished floors reverberated through the quiet of the afternoon, the owner of them making her way towards me. She stopped in front of me, clearing her throat and I looked up at her, raising an eyebrow in question.

"What are you doing here?" She asked me bluntly, her eyes meeting mine directly, unlike her colleague who dared not to bat an eyelash in my direction.

Behind her, Isabella opened her mouth as if to warn her but I shook my head gently, hoping she understood what I meant. Why ruin my fun?

"I'm sitting." I replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it technically was. My calm demeanor seemed to irk her and it showed both on her face and in her tone when she spoke next.

"Why are you sitting here then?" She asked again, gesturing to where I was seated.

"Should I be sitting on the floor?" I answered her question with one of my own.

The boredom that I didn't bother masking, leaked through, along with heavy sarcasm, her facial expression showing that she detected both in my tone. Add to the fact that I was highly indifferent, it ticked her off even more.

If you weren't doing anything wrong, what should you be fretting over? Hence the calm front, which tends to annoy those who think you are in the wrong. It's not like I was parking on a yellow line or something.

She glared at me, clearly pissed off.

You supposed to let sleeping dogs lie. My conscience butted in.

Hey in my defence she came to me. I don't go around looking for the trouble.

I'm attractive, okay. I simply attract whatever is around.

Yep, that's my defence. I'm sticking with this line.

"You shouldn't be sitting here at all." She hissed.

"Geez Ursula, say it, don't spray it." I replied, looking at her saliva that had landed on the armrest of the chair, as if it were alien. To further my earlier point, I lifted myself off the chair and plopped down on the seat next to it.