FALSE Clairvoyance

Mary's Persistence

Just like that, Koke walks past the secretary whose eyes shut with a sigh leaving her chest. The comrade says nothing like an adieu. Neither does he promise to give her a call nor text her. None of the two turns to look over their shoulder to check on who's going or who remains stiff.

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As he browns the rice, he blends in some Irish potatoes before topping the food on the plate with stir-fried cabbage and tomato sauce spread. He relaxes on a movie while he forks in and out of his supper. The time according to his phone is 9 p.m. when he checks. The movie is a short one and thus it ends about twenty minutes after he rests his tool.

The junior accountant gets to his feet and drops off the utensils into the washbasin prior to getting hold of his idle phone to head for the bedroom. He makes sure the main door is locked even when he drinks to a staggering state and therefore as always he makes yet another attempt to trust his security. As he intuitively turns the portal control, some hard-to-grasp sound off the door hesitates his leaving. A knock perhaps.

With a frown on his face, he turns for the keys which lie on the glass table in the middle of the room but he decides against walking over to fetch them. Instead, he turns for the pecan door and slowly brings his knuckle to make three taps on the wood product.

“Hi Koke.” An acquainted female voice. His eyes squint whilst he looks at the upper frame of the door near the ceiling, his marginally pointed nose flaring with a gush. He shakes his head before the person on the other end of the door adds to her salute.

“I know I'm the last person you wanna talk to right now but I beg Koke, I beg please. This is the last of it. ”

The accountant remains mute, his right ear facing the door. With no reply he abandons the door and his tread can easily tell the person at the other end of the door that he's probably not letting her in. He's now returning to the door as he plays with the keys making them rattle.

He does everything with some kind of wavering but eventually, she is revealed. There she stands, still in that white dress from the day. Her face shows no stress and her smile is a tired one. The area around her eyes is damp. Regardless of the drained representation, Mary looks straight at the colleague's visage. She carries a white box of wine designed with maroon twigs and leaves.

Koke shakes his head. “You know well how not to understand.”

The secretary pouts, her chin moving upwards with the action. “I can have a long conversation but as you can see, I don't look cute for that now. At least, allow me to deliver you wine as my farewell gift cause all I guess is that you're mad at my disobedience and you might choose not to say goodbye.” She inwardly folds her lips.

The lad smirks. “I'm not taking the wine either.” His countenance looks independent of emotion. The lady's eyes widen a little with her tired-looking state. As quickly as the expression happens, so it disappears.

“K.” She mutters and slowly, she turns to leave. The walk of shame begins and after three steps into the hike, she looks over her shoulder but not straight at the guy she intends the gift for. “Goodnight.” It's more of a whisper. Her head makes a gradual turn to focus on the journey ahead. Her pace begins to grab momentum before Koke's firm and deep steven sounds through the night air.

“Wait.”

She stops though the look on her now pink face gives out her unsureness.

“I'm sorry.” The younger employee adds on. Mary clutches onto the wine box, bringing it to her chest. “I just wanna know something, please.” His audibility drops with every word.

The familiar secretary seems to be home already. Here, in front of a workmate's residence stands her figure. An exhausted symbol with the slightest of enthusiasm to croak. A moment of silence takes charge as each of the staffers waits. The junior accountant pinches his nasal bridge prior to his question. “What do you want from me?”