Left for Good

Chapter Two - Coffee

Liam Knox POV

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

"What?", I spoke firmly, feeling tense from today's work day. Idiots, all idiots. These project managers had no clue on what they were doing, causing me to take over.

"Can you put in the budgeting in the new Excel sheet?" The younger man spoke, while opening the door. He was the project accountant.

"What do you mean? You know how much I've invested, it's your job to put it in the sheet, and decide where it goes." I spoke monotonly, glaring through the gap between my computer monitor to the door frame, where this man is sitting.

A sigh left my lips, remembering how one of these shitty employees managed to delete the whole project financial plan. I would pull out of this, but it's more of a favor to a old family friend than me trying to make any real money.

"Uhmm", the young man spoke, looking at me with pleading eyes. He had no idea what to do it seems.

"Leave. I'll get it done by next week, figure out something for the other team members to do." I replied, keeping my monotone voice low.

Great, another thing on my plate, another bite I have to force down my throat when I'm not even hungry. No real good outcome will come from this, no real desire for me to comply. Although, I always seem to. The idiots on the other side of the wall, never do there jobs right and I have to fix it. I tend to take the lead on most projects I invest in, to make sure it gets completed on time, correctly.

The employee leaves the room, with a relifed sigh escaping his nervous face.

Standing up to leave, I pat down my suite, the large stature of myself causes creases on the silk like black blazer.

I walk down the hall, to the elevator. Pressing the buttons to leave the building.

"Beep", the elevator doors open. I step inside the nice looking elevator, pressing the buttons to the bottom floor.

"Beep"

I step out, through the formal waiting room I walk, hoping the annoying receptionist doesn't try to speak to me.

"Early day?" The woman behind the desk speaks, in a seductive voice. It's so forceful it makes me think my ears will bleed at every syllable.

I turn, no reply leaving my pursed lips, but rather a tense scowl saying all that I need.

Tramp.

Exiting through the large glass doors, I go to my black car, a Mercedes Benz. The car parked behind a sign that says, "Executive". I sit in the front seat waiting for the engine to start growling.

I pull out, driving to the nearest cafe, coffee is the only thing I can put my mind up to.

I stand in line until it's my turn to order. "Americano, black." I say, wavering no expression from the words I spoke, nor from my face.

My drink appeared in front of me after a few moments, I pay using my card, grabbing the coffee and heading out the door.

The suns setting, my favorite time of day. I wavered for a moment, then decided to walk to the little park down the street from the cafe. Taking in the orange and pink sky, a slight smirk on my face.

Peace.

I walk onto the little concrete trail, walking past bright orange playground equipment. Looking at the green nature that surrounds me, I sip my coffee.

I continue down my path, noticing a small bench, with what looks like old cloth and dirty clothing covering it.

Pigs.

Dirty addicts, leaving there junk in a place meant for children and families to relax and spend time together at.

I step closer, my mind set on throwing the junk away in a near by garbage can.

The closer I get, the more my vision forms a child on the bench. My heart sinks, noticing the dirty appearance of a small formed girl sleeping on it.

Guilt taking over my mind, I see bumps and cuts over her, bruises filling in the space in-between. Dark brown hair thrown over her face while she rests on her side.

Contemplating waking up the malnourished seeming, pale little girl on the bench, I decide to lightly shake her.

No movement, she's out like a light. I sit on the ground next to her, leaning my head against the black metal legs of the bench. I'll let her rest, figure out why she's out here once she wakes.

Guilt still holds my heart for thinking so badly of just a little kid.

A/N- hi guys :p, sorry for the shorter chapter, this just seemed like a good place to leave off. Let me know what you think

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