FALSE Clairvoyance

The Mark's Origin. Who's To Blame?

It's a week now. The mark's statement is relentless. Koke should be worried but he's doing this and that and so his attention is less on his thumb. He reaches out to a skin doc but now it's prayers to see this thing get off him. There's some progress though. The stain gets lighter every day. He washes his hands daily. He washes the dishes and bathes. The greenness is part of him now.

He's about to knock on the secretary's office door when it opens to reveal an emotionless Mary whose face swiftly reports her confusion. Again, as quickly as it does so, her expression smiles, keeping the inquisitive tint in her eyes.

“I really just sensed right that probably there's someone at my door. Hey, you've stood here for how long? Minutes? Or one?” She asks, opening the door further for the young man who just keeps moving his eyes between her and her white-walled office interior with a large window that has a black net-like curtain behind her seat. The curtain is kind of translucent, providing a see-through view of part of the town, particularly a stretched and deserted street.

Mary tilts her head with her inquisitive look at the dude intensified.

All of a sudden, the accountant's wonder bubble disappears, bringing the real world back. He apologises whilst he moves in.

“I'm not that fixed and I promise to listen to your every concern cause you know what, you can rely on me. I know it's too much now and you want to tell me.” She shuts the door, making it comfortably past him and heads for her seat. She's an open and friendly character to whom people come and talk their issues with. Thus, there's another single seat opposite and across the black glass office table that's just enough for the computer, a file holder, a lamp, a printer and a multi-coloured doodled coverless vase. The space is big and nice looking. Further past the visitors' seat on the wall behind are two pinboards. One is yellow and the other is pink. On both are stuck several variously coloured sticky notes.

Koke stares blankly at an empty table space before he slowly gets down into the chair. A knock on the door to which Mary immediately responds is succeeded by a medium-height skinny fat walnut dark-skinned woman who enters and greets both of them. The look on her face can't hide her slight surprise. She places the pile of about five files on the desk, explaining to the secretary that they are the ones she requests for. The top three are black while the others are a mix of red and yellow.

“Thanks Aymee.” Mary flashes her a nice grin that constricts her eyes to an extent that one might think she's looking at the comrade through the lashes. She has some extra makeup today, evident with the upper side of her eyelids that glitter orange when she blinks or looks down. Her brows look combed and her sand-neutral undertone skin looks shaded. Her lipgloss is the usual. Just simple.

The door closes with the moment Koke grabs an opportunity to take in the stunning secretary who's still looking at one of the files she picks from the pile. A smile spreads across her lips. Koke is looking at the lady as if he's envious of her presence. But this is her office. She gets him looking at her with his serious face. He backs away not. He keeps his stare steady, a sigh running out of his nostrils.

“What?” Mary blinks, her smile still stronger.

“I'm sorry. I guess my message might spoil your mood.” Koke says as he lifts himself off the seat. Mary frowns immediately and her smile dies instantly but her teeth are still visible.

“Wait Koke.” Her voice pleads. The boy is obedient. He keeps himself on his feet though, not making any further movement. Mary breathes out and bites down on her lip side as she eyes Koke. “I know your problem. I mean, I know what you wanna talk about.” She says, a plastic lightness making it to her visage for a second. A diminutive frown forms on Koke's forehead.