Remedy (H.S.)

10

Kennedy Simmons

I was sitting on the couch waiting for Lincoln. I really needed to find a job and I felt that he was the only one that could help me mostly because he himself was a scientist.

He and Charlie had gone out leaving me alone with Harry. Thankfully he was too busy working so he was in his office and I didn't have to see him.

Seeing him would be extremely awkward considering our conversation at his bar a couple of days ago. Whenever I thought of it I felt uncomfortable but at the same time kind of flattered and excited.

Harry was a handsome, rich man. The typical bad boy. Countless girls would want to be with him or just spend one night with him. I couldn't deny that he was handsome and there was something about his mostly distant behaviour that attracted people, especially women. Most girls would find him irresistible and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't somehow attracted to him too.

I also had to admit that I admired him. He was a strong and confident man. Just by looking at him, anyone could understand that he was powerful. He was everything I wanted to be but I couldn't.

I found my mind subconsciously going on him so many times that I couldn't even count them. Whenever he was around I kept feeling like a little girl standing next to a strong man. I hated the way I felt towards him. I hated that he had that effect on me.

Speaking of Harry...

He just entered the room. His eyes were on his phone and he seemed to read something really important. When he was done he closed his phone and looked at me. "Hey, doctor." he greeted me in a playful tone.

For him, my title was a nickname. His favourite nickname for me. He used various nicknames for me but that was definitely the one he preferred and I had no idea why. It wasn't something cute or funny. It was just a title.

He took a seat on the couch next to me. "What are you thinking?" From his voice, I could tell that he was genuinely interested in my answer. That was something I liked about him. He always looked interested when I talked. He was a great listener although he wasn't the best to start a serious conversation with because he always turned everything dirty. Dirty comments were something that kept coming out of his mouth endlessly.

"I need to find a job," I said. "Nope. You don't need a job. We can provide you with everything. You want to find a job." I shook my head indicating that I did not agree with him. "No, Harry. You don't get it. I need to find a job. I need to return what you gave to me. Do not say that you kidnapped me again. You've already done too much. I have to bring an income too. I can't just live here, eat your food and spend your money without giving anything back."

I felt extremely bad. I felt like I was using them and it was a matter of time before they realised that and kicked me out and then I had nowhere to go. I didn't want to be the person who used others for their money.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind. I could work in Harry's club. He could hire me. It wasn't the kind of job that I dreamed about but it would work for now. He didn't have to pay me. That way he would gain money because he wouldn't have to pay a waitress and I would earn everything we provided me.

That was a perfect idea!

"You can hire me! I can work in your club!" I said excitedly. He immediately frowned in confusion. "We don't need a psychologist in the club." My degree didn't really fit in that job. I didn't really fit in that job but it was the only solution I could think of for now.

"I can work as a waitress or I can clean. I've done it before while I was studying in Harvard. I'm quite good at it as long as the customers don't get on my nerves – if they do I can't assure their well-being though. I can help," I offered.