Love in Waiting

- Chapter 1 -

Chapter 1 - The Great Garrett Hall

Swerving in the busy streets of the City have always been exhausting. "Watch where you're going!" A middle aged man sneered when I bumped into his shoulders. I narrowed my eyes making him blink. "Sorry about that." He said before passing me. I tugged my coat tighter as I continued to walk. It's almost winter and every day it gets colder and colder.

I arrived at my destination, a pub down 52nd street near Garrett's - a famous mall which is shopped by lots of famous and rich people. It sickens me how they spend their money on things they don't need.

"There you are! We've been waiting for you." My friend, Logan said and I nodded at him. I looked around and saw a man sitting on the opposite side of the table. "Ah, Devin, this Mr. Garrett Hall. He owns the mall across the street." Logan explained. I gave Mr. Hall a once over before nodding my head. "Mr. Hall, this is Devin Mors. He's my friend and the head of the creative team, we've known each other since college." He told him. Mr. Hall stood up and held his hand out for me to take. "It's nice meeting you." He said. I shook his hand but never said a word.

They talked for several hours about doing business with each other as I sat there, listening to their conversation and paying attention to their facial reactions and gestures that they do whether it be raising their left eyebrow or slightly angling their body to the left. After a few hours, both men stood up and shook hands. "It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Hall." Logan said in his professional features. "I look forward to your presentation with regards of Garrett's advertising campaigns." Was his reply. "Until we meet again, Mr. Logan Welch, Mr. Devin Mors." He said as he looked at us.

Logan waited for Mr. Hall to leave before giving a glare. "What was that?!" He hissed "What was what?" I calmly asked. "He's a client, Dev. You should've addressed him as one." He said. I swiped my to tongue between my lips, wetting them in the process. "I think that it's..." I trailed off, trying to find the right word to use. "Unusual, per say. He has a mall which means that he has his own advertising department. Why come to us?" I asked "Some establishments don't have an advertising department." He pointed out. That's true, some hire companies - like ours - for advertising campaigns.

"He's the Garrett Hall, Logan." And finally, he got it. He frowned at me before shaking his head. "Don't be suspicious, Dev. Garrett looks like a good man to me." I swallowed the sigh that wants to come out from my mouth and forced a fake smile. "Yeah, you're right." I lied through my teeth. "Okay then, I'll email some things to you and you better read them. We need lots of ideas for our one-on-one meeting next week." He said before standing up and patting my back. "Don't be late!" He called out as he headed out of the pub.

Logan Welch, a 25 year old owner of an advertising company where I work. Originally, we're partners but I had to sell my share of stocks because my family was in need so I did. He said that he'll just be buying it and I can work as head of the creative department. I agreed to that, it was a great offer and my pay is high.

You're probably wondering why I haven't talked about myself - if not, then that's good. I don't believe that there's much to know about me, I don't even know much about myself. That's probably fucked up but that's the truth. My family are just my foster ones. They found me unconscious in the woods while they were camping and they were nice enough to take me in. I woke up remembering nothing but my name and how old I was, 17. I haven't remembered anything, just the memories I had since the day I woke up. It was fucked up.

"Hello Sir, can I get you anything?" I looked up and saw a blonde woman staring down at me. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and she's holding a pad and a pen on each hand while smiling down at me. She was pretty but not someone that'll make a lasting impression. "Cheeseburger with extra pickles and fries and beer." I said to her. She wrote it in her pad before saying "Okay." And then leaving.

I took up Fine Arts majoring in Advertising and minoring in photography in one of the best universities in the city. To be honest, I barely made it out. If it wasn't for 50% scholarship that they gave me, 2 jobs, and my business of doing school work for other students, I wouldn't graduate. You must be thinking 'Doesn't his foster parents have money?' Sure, they do, in the past, lots of money but I wouldn't use that. I can't. I want to succeed on my own. It was hard but I did and it was the best decision that I ever made.

"Here's your order, enjoy your meal!" Said the same waitress with a small smile. I nodded my head at her before starting to eat my food.

"She placed her number in one of the tissues."

I blinked a couple of times while craning my neck from side to side and then looking around to see if anyone's talking to me.

"This place reek of death. You know what's gonna happen, Devin. I know you can smell it but you choose to ignore it."

I blinked again. Shut up! I growled before continued eating my cheeseburger, trying to occupy myself to avoid hearing him.

"I'm in your head, Devin. You can't tell me to shut up."

You listen, sometimes. I retorted. I can hear him humming but he doesn't respond.

This has been going on since I was 17, ever since I woke up in a hospital bed I've been hearing his voice; I'm fucking 25 years old and he's still there. No matter how much try to ignore him, he doesn't go away. The first time I heard him, I freaked. My foster parents sent me to a shrink to get me checked up. He said that it was stress that's causing it. I bought it, then but after a few years of him still being there, I just learned to cope with it. I sometimes talk to him when he's being rational.

"Devin, I'm telling you, this place reeks. You can smell it, I can smell it so if you don't want to die, you'll get your ass out of here!"

I closed my eyes before leaving a $10 tip on the table and then moving out. When I arrived home, I turned on the TV and changed the channel to news. There it was, the building that I was in just a few hours ago, burning.

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According to him (the voice inside his head) the pub reeks of death. Well, that's freaky. Haha!

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