regrets of a dead CEO

5 - the harsh truth

I roam around the office floor having nothing better to do than watch time tick away as I gaze at the clock on the walls.

Twelve o'clock at night.

I sigh, unable to close my eyes since I found out I'm dead, the blissful sleep I had after the accident feeling ages ago.

Twelve o' one

tick

tick

My gloomy gaze on the clock is being interrupted by a familiar figure rushing into the CEO's office with a huge pile of papers in his hands.

Curious of his presence, I follow his wake and as usual, he doesn't seem to notice me approaching him.

Brown curly hair, cheap suit and white sneakers instead of the custom shoes everybody's wearing in the office except...

The man turns around and gasps as he looks right at me and shrieks in terror.

I look behind me, asking myself what startled the man so badly. I look right back at him and notices his face paling as he stumbles onto the ground crawling into the corner.

Jeez, he looks like he's just seen a ghost.

Oh.

Oh!

"Victor!" I exclaim throwing my hands up in the air out of shier excitement. I run towards him, never wanting to kiss someone so badly in my life.

"Get away from me! You should be dead!" Victor yells, holding his hands in front of his face as if blocking his own vision would make me disappear.

"I'm sorry! I should have never spread that awful rumor about you having herpes." Victor confesses shielding himself of Gideon's wrath. He should have never done that, but who would thought his boss would be so petty to haunt him even after dying for that little matter.

"No Victor, I'm happy you can see me." I gasp excidingly.

"You don't understand, I have been roaming these halls for weeks before -." I pause as Victor's words slowly seep in.

"Wait, you did what?! Was that the reason why Sheila-." I stop my sentence as I see Victor looking back sheepishly with a guilty grin plastered on his face.

"You little shit!" I jolt towards him, my joy immediately replaced by anger while Victor jumps up in terror crawling over the desk as the papers spread on the floor.

I circle the desk, ready to jump him as he grabs the desk light and smashes my head making the lightbulb burst on my skull.

"Wait, you can touch me?" I freeze at the realization. In these couple of weeks, I have been unable to touch, grab or even gain anyone's attention with my presence. So what makes Victor special?

"Do you have a crush on me?"

Victor looks appalled, the desk light falling on the ground in shock at my words.

"No, why would you even think that? Besides the fact you are a sexist, egocentric asshole, I actually hate your guts for a multitude of reasons. For instance, I was your arrant boy for years and have never been so close to killing a person." Victor grits his teeth as he can finally speak freely after years of annoyance.

"Geez, I'm already dead, you don't have to rub it in." I mumble, slightly disappointed of his clear rejection. Guess it would be nice to be wanted for once. "And hey, what do you mean, sexist? I love women?"

"Because you want to bang them, doesn't mean you respect them." Victor snorts.

"Then why are you able to see me if you want nothing to do with me?" I ask, genuinely curious as I straighten myself, brushing of the fictional debris of my clothing.