Red String Attachments

Intro.

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     The only sound that was filling up the entire studio was the slow flipping pages of layla's magazine. It was a kind of eerie silence almost peaceful;A jingle of bells made layla stop her consent flipping,tearing her eyes away from the brunette model on the magazine's page she looked up to see a couple walking in, Well at least she figured they were a couple seeing as the Dark haired women was holding onto the tall man's arm. Almost as if her life depended on it.

   They reached the counter where she was currently residing in.

              "We have an appointment with Mr.Swits" Up close the tall man's features stood out almost as if he were a male model layla saw in her magazines. He could have been but the fact that lalya knew ever male model out there she quickly shrugged of the thought.

    "Let me cheek, what did you say your name was sir?" Layla's fingers were hovering over the keyboard read to type this man's name in.

    Still Looking up at the man she waited.

A light chuckle escaped his mouth. "I didn't, "He said "But my name is Brad."

     As soon as his name escaped his mouth Layla was quickly Jabbing at the keyboard typing his name in.

Brad's name popped up under her boss's schedule.

     "Right, "She said moving her eyes away from the screen and looking at brad and his lovely girlfriend who was now shooting daggers towards Layla's direction. "Your Appointment is at 5 o'clock I will call Mr.Swit and let him know you have arrived.

And with one last smile, she turned away and began to dial her boss to let him know that his five o'clock was in the waiting room.

   Brad and his girlfriend to it as a sign to go sit down and wait till Mr.Swit came out.

While Brad and his girlfriend, whose name she never got walked towards their seat she quickly stole a glance at their entwined hands.

Figured she thought before turning back to finish dialing her boss.

At the end of Layla's shift she would usually walk home if it wasn't too late, Today was one of those days that she had to stay behind to close up the office, not that she minded, but the fact that everyone stayed in later than usually made her miss her train and another one wasn't due till after 12, she really didn't like the idea of waiting in the dark till the train got there so she took her chances and walked it.

  Darkness flooded the streets,well for normal people that is;for Layla,Red and Silver strings glowed under her feet filling that darkness with what she considered her own personal light show.If it was any other day she would have chosen a string and followed it to where ever it lead her,this was one of her favorite "games".But seeing as she was exhausted and ready to throw her self on her couch and knock out she chose to just let the strings become her light source.
       It seemed as if hours had passed when Layla had finally reached her apartment but in reality it was only 40 something minutes. She reached into her purse,pulling out her keys and entering it into her lock.With two loud clicks her apartment door opened the first thing Layla noticed was that a single red string dragged along,by know She knew that one special string was reserved for her.

  Setting her keys down on the small desk near her door she turned to lock up.By now she could already here her couch calling  her name. She quickly striped out of her pencil skirt and dress shirt,tossed them asides and searched for her Xlarge shirt and slipped it on.With one quick run she tossed herself onto the couch pulling up the covers to her face she had one single thought on her mind.
     "One day I will find where my string leads."