JAH SAYS

25: moving past it all 💜

PART 2:

IN A FANCY OFFICE STUDY

There's a knock on the door and after a silent, come in, Craig enters.

"What is it?" The man hidden by the back of the large leather chair asks as he scribbles something down.

"Boss, I want to speak to you about...that, thing." He tells the man who then drops his pen to focus on him.

"Yes, what about it?" The man asks.

"You- Boss, you have been-"

"There's no need for formalities... It's just us here." The man says to Craig, interrupting his rant.

"Yeah... Right." Craig looks down as to gather his thoughts.

"You know it's been bothering me... How she was able to run into you... To find us, even. But then... Everything clicked... It was you! It has been you the entire time. But my question is this, will you continue to keep it up? This...??" Craig speaks while the man in the chair nonchalantly reclines.

"I-I dunno..." The man answers leaving a piercing silence to linger around them.

"So you're saying you can't control it?" Craig asks, his relaxed tone mimics the man's one.

Raising and clapping together his hands, the man then slowly drops them with a, 'duh' gesture.

"Yeah..." He says, his single word laced in an extreme lack of enthusiasm that leaves the air dry around them, following up with a sly smile that can be heard as he speaks.

"F*ckin'... What mood are you now in?" Craig asks under his breath while scratching his eyebrow.

The man in the chair laughs loudly, screaming at the end as he breathes air out through his nose.

"You know what?! Alright-" And with that, Craig goes to walk out.

"Craig?" The boss calls him, making him stop by the door.

He sighs before turning to face the man.

"Yeah?"

"You know that this...deep down is beyond...any of us, right?" He asks.

"You really can't control it." Craig says, more to himself than to his boss as he stares at the ground.

The man remains silent, as though completely agreeing with him.

BACK TO THE STORAGE FACILITY

Jah laughs and I look up.

"What-"

"You're cute..." He says, showing me my phone screen and one of my newest selfies.

"Jah!" I screech, reaching for my phone and grab it from him as he lets me.

He chuckles and I back away from him and sit back down, admiring him from the distance.

"Uh, thank you... You can-" I say, offering my phone back to him but he shakes his head, tightening his bulletproof vest.

"Okay." I place my phone back into my pocket, zipping it up.