The Protection Program

TPP : Chapter V

"well because Oliver here hasn't fired Sharon yet, you will just have to sit in here with me for the day."

Aubrey looked at Oliver with a blank stare as if saying "nice job idiot", She took in a deep breath as she moved her gaze from her lap and over to the book case. It was large standing more then 6 feet tall and was filled to the brim with books. A lot of the books she knew because she had read them before, the library in the prison didn't have much books but there were enough to give her something to do, she had read all of them at least three times. After staring at the bookcase for a good twenty seconds she moved her gaze over to the large floor-to-ceiling glass wall, she thought that was a pretty good idea, instead of dry wall having glass windows. He was smart, she caught on to that pretty fast too, that's probably why he was the founder and owner of this amazing company. The building itself was magnificent but she knew all to well that the business that went on inside was even more impressive.

"Alright, i think we've got it from here man. You hear anything about H.A.W?"

"Yeah actually.."

His voice faded off, he kept talking but she wasn't listening. It had nothing to do with her so what was the point, she looked down at her arm that was covered by her jacket sleeve but she knew what was under there. Information that held the answers to everything, the answers to what was happening and why she got locked up, the answers to him. She looked up as she heard her name and realized that the guy, Oliver, was gone. He was kind, but he was like Aubrey, very talkative and had no issues with speaking to people while she kept more to herself. He probably thought she was rude even though Aubrey made it clear that she had been shy and timid ever since he picked her up from the station so he would know she wasn't treating him like this on purpose. Its just who she was.

"I saw you looking at my book collection, you like books?"

She looked over her shoulder back at the books for a slight second before returning her gaze back to her arm, running her fingers across the soft velvety material. She could feel him staring at her but she was way used to it by now, people did that all the time and especially him.

"Whats your story?"

Her head shot up, she didn't really know what to say. Was that an order that she had to answer it? Was it just something he was curious about? She furrowed her eyebrows without saying anything, her short nails and stubby fingers dug into the sleeve of her jacket out of nervousness, her heart rate sped up a little. She didn't want to talk about it and if it was a choice she never would.

"You don't have to answer that, i just would like to know. Since we'll be living together, i think it would be nice to get to know you."

She took in a deep breath as she looked down, she smiled big and looked back up at him. He smiled back in a bit of shock to the fact that she was actually smiling for no reason, he was shocked at how happy she was riding in the car but there was reasoning behind it. Now, she didn't really have a reason and she didn't seem like the type of person to smile for no reason

"If i told you...you wouldn't want me living with you anymore. You wouldn't ever be able to trust me and you would have to send me back to The Protection Program head quarters because you wouldn't want to be around me."

His smile faded as hers only grew a little more, she even scuffed out a little laugh before looking back down at her arm. He was curious, even more curious then before after she said that. He wanted to get to know her, she was mysterious, she was like a puzzle that he was determined to find all the pieces and put them back together so he could look at the big picture. He stood up and ducked his head down, he moved the mouse and clicked a few times before leaving his desk. She watched him, she watched him closely. That was something you did when you stuck to yourself, you watched people instead of speaking to them, you learned about them by reading there appearance and personality, you watched from a far but learned as if they told you there life story. Just by watching how he walked she already knew he was about to try and make small talk, most likely about what she just said, and as if on cue

"So, if i learned about you...if i figured you out and played your ways like a game...i wouldn't be able to trust you?"

She didn't say anything, she didn't move. She kept her eyes on him but didn't make eye contact, the only reason she was looking at him was to make sure he didn't try anything. Trust was a big factor in pretty much everything, which is the main reason she didn't have anybody. Because she didn't have trust in anything but herself. He leaned down to what she was guessing was a mini fridge, it was installed into the wall which was cool. Also from watching him and taking in everything she learned he was very clean and organized, his condo looked as if it came straight from a catalog, not a thing out of order and the same with his business. He pulled out two green cans and grabbed a straw, he set one can in front of her on the desk and opened it up, the sound of the carbonated drink getting air gave her a rush of nostalgia. She hadn't had a soda since..well since before she was locked up for the forth and hopefully last time, He opened up the clear bendy straw and placed it into the opened hole on the top of the can.

"I like sprite...that's a fact about me. Your turn."

She stayed quiet, looking at the can in front of her. The sweat running from the metal can and on to the expensive looking desk, everything he had looked expensive so it wasn't any shock if she was sitting in front of a thousand dollar desk.

"Its okay. Take your time thinking about what fact you want to tell me and for the mean time. Come with me. I have to go downstairs and i cant leave you alone."

He grabbed his can of soda and opened it while walking to the door, she grabbed hers feeling the cold wetness of the metal in her hands. He reached into his pocket before walking out and pulled out from what she could make out to be a stick of gum, he ripped it in half and held out one of the halves

"i only have one piece left. but i don't mind sharing."

He peeled the wrapper from the stick and and placed it into his mouth, he began to chew awaiting for her to do the same but instead she looked down at the small slice as if she was holding gold. She looked up at him and put her mouth to the side for a slight second

"i like strawberry gum....."

He smiled at the fact that she responded, she told him a fact about herself which is what he was dying to hear. As if it was on his bucket list to hear that one thing from her, she placed the gum into her mouth feeling little sparks in her tummy as nostalgia rushed over once again.

"Okay, you like strawberry gum. Thats a cool fact. Alright my turn....hm, well.."

He paused as he thought about what fact he was willing to give her, she brought the straw to her mouth and took in a sip of the lemon lime flavored drink, feeling a small smile creep on to her face. She wiped it away as he began to speak up

"fact, i don't have a favorite food. i like to much food to have one favorite, but i will say Italian is probably my favorite type. Your turn."

She stayed quiet as she chewed the gum, he smiled innocently, narrowing his eyes because he knew she wasn't going to speak up again. That was fine with him, he would just have to get it out of her, he liked a challenge and she was putting up one heck of a trial.