Fighter

Twenty four

Scarlett POV

Y/N has a business meeting this morning on the other side of town, so we say goodbye outside my building and I walk alone to Johansson's. It's a course I've been doing alone since I was ten years old. This is a good neighborhood and i always felt safe here. However today I can not avoid the feeling of someone watching me. It's broad daylight but my paranoia practically makes me walk faster to shorten the distance to the gym.

The busy morning with paperwork helps me relax and I get lost in my own thoughts when the bells on the front door startle me even though I'm staring at it. A man in a suit enters. He looks out of place. He's handsome, I'd say he's in his mid-fifties and dresses well. Distinguished, and one look is enough to tell him he's rich.

- Can I help you? - I ask, certain that he entered the wrong place. But then he smiles and i see his eyes roam my body. It's not a subtle, elusive look from a gentleman, even if on the outside he looks like one. The inflated ego stemming from the leer of a man who has little respect for women. The kind of greedy, vulgar look that makes me want to put on a sweater. Maybe he's in the right place after all.

- I bet you can.- He answers full of himself. I am met with dazzling green eyes that have certainly captured the attention of many women over the years.

I smile politely.

- Are you looking for Robert Downey Jr.? - He's probably here for a business meeting. I assess him quickly: he is someone who makes more money in an hour than I make in a month, which gives him the false idea of ​​self-worth. This usually happens to those who have a lot of money. Which is a shame, he is really handsome.

- I'm actually looking for Colin Jost.- He says with a practiced smile, which reminds me of the Cat from " Alice in wonderland ". It shouldn't surprise me that he asks about Colin. This guy looks like he belongs in his class. But I didn't expect to hear that name.

- He doesn't work....- I start to answer but am interrupted by the sound of bells when the door is opened. Colin. My hand automatically search for the taser we keep under the counter. - Colin you shouldn't be here.- I warn him.

The visitor turns and looks at Colin, then at me. I had retreated toward the gym ready to scream if Colin took a step toward me. Wisely the visitor reads my expression and quickly speaks.

- Mr. Jost, we'd better have our meeting elsewhere. Why don't we go out to lunch.

Colin looks at me for a moment then returns his attention to the visitor. He nods and the two disappear without another word.