Clear

Clear: Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Lungs

My eyes were leveled and heavy from the bags underneath my eyes. The cocky intruder took a few strides toward me–a wicked grin still on his face.

"You were right about moving from one... unappealing place to the next," he commented, taking another look around to which my response was a slow blink.

"Do you like the new furnishings?" he added, his smile growing larger.

I still had nothing to say. I wasn't sure what would make more sense first. Do I scream and then explain or explain and then scream?

Either way... it looked like being taken to court was going to be in the ending.

His head tilted down and he taunted, "Ms. Young, do you have anything to say? Such as 'thank you'?"

Immediately, my head turned to Kyle.

The chauffeur stuttered, as he looked between the two of us, "Mr. Leoné, I... I believe you have a meeting that commences back at the board room in thirty minutes."

"Kyle, I'm aware of my schedule. Any particular reason you've suddenly reminded me?" his boss, kindly asked.

"No, sir. I'm sorry," he said, gulping from apprehension– his eyes locked on me.

Mr. Leoné turned his head and gave him a warm smile. Leoné turned back and resumed his smug appearances for me.

"If my apartment..." I paused to take another deep breath. "... is already furnished... then where is the furniture in the truck going?"

"Well, Ms. Young, that was a decision I was going to leave up to you?"

Oh, really?!

He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "They can go to donations, a storage unit, or where I prefer... a landfill."

I cocked my jaw and tilted my head back. "Are you serious?"

"I'm very serious," he smiled. "I'm sure that these–"

I interrupted him and mimicked his warm expression, "No. I mean... are you seriously letting me make a decision over something that belongs to me? Is it December? Because you are in such a giving spirit. I shant complain from here on out! First it begins with being able to choose what I can eat for lunch. Adventurous Ada choosing the grilled chicken wrap, how dare! And now I get to choose if I can keep the possessions that always belonged to me? Good God, I've won the lottery today!"

The smile never left his face as he slightly turned his head to say, "Kyle, could you give me a moment with Ms. Young?"

"Is that a good idea, sir?" Kyle gravely whispered.

His boss quietly laughed and confirmed with a nod. Kyle's first instinct was to hand the kitten in his hands over to me, but then he immediately caught himself and put her in her cage before quickly dismissing himself.

Once the door closed, I immediately rushed to the couch and pointed."If you don't remove yourself and this shit–"

"– and this shit!" I went on pointing to the TV on the wall. "And all this other bullshit that doesn't belong to me..."

He chuckled, "Why?"

"Did I not just use English?" I quietly scoffed to no one.

His eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, "Ms. Young I'm waiting to hear your gratitude."

I immediately took a step back and gasped, "Oh my God... I got it."

His smiled faded and one brow lifted.