Archer Diaries

Once Upon Awhile

I dreamt of her. It was so vivid I woke up in beads of sweat. She was screaming for my help but I couldn't find her. It was too dark and hazy to see anything. I only had her voice till it faded then I was lost. This is the first time I've had this dream in months and I can't help but feel afraid. It has to mean something and I fear it is nothing good. I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad has happened to her all day. It made me moody and pissed that there was no way of knowing. I'm dying inside to know something, anything to assure me everything is okay, that the bastard hasn't done the worst to her. I shouldn't have left, that way this suspense wouldn't eat up and drive me insane. I want to find out that it is all in my head, that my worst nightmares haven't come true but it is all that it is, a want. All I have left is hope. Hope that she is okay as I manage to convince myself she is.

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He exuded class and wealth as he walked into the building. It was hard not to notice him, the way his dark tailored suit clung to him like a second skin, his coal black hair parted at the side and slicked to the back or his very confident strides. What stood out the most though was his grey eyes. They say the eyes is the mirror to the soul, the reflector of dreams and hopes but his showed nothing. It was blank, emotionless, showed neither hope nor dreams, just a mesmerizing shade of grey but that didn't stop the oohs and ahhs thrown his way by the countless women littering the lobby.

He walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the 34th floor. Along the way, he was joined by others and those who hadn't had the pleasure of oogling him in the lobby did so in there. By the time he got to his stop, he was sure he was going to be in a lot of dreams that night. The thought made him chuckle as he made his way towards the double mahogany doors ahead. The young brunette who sat at a desk to the side looked up and smiled widely.

"Welcome, Mr. Garcia. Mr. Hawthorne has been waiting for you." she cheerfully informed walking away from her desk to lead him inside. He followed silently into the large glass paned office which gave a majestic view of the city below. His eyes darted around the room and he had to admit the man had great taste. He had two floor length shelves on both sides of his door, one filled with books and the other, action and antique figures. There was shorter shelf to the side with a lot of signed  basketballs on it.On the other side, mahogany panes of two shades covered the wall. In the middle was a long grey couch and a glass top table with two single couch of the same colour on each side.

At the other end sat the grand mahogany desk behind which sat the middle aged dark and handsome Rodrick, his brooding figure hunched over and busily scribbling stuff. He looked up to the two people who just entered, one being his secretary Orpah and a young man.

"This is Mr. Garcia, sir from..."she begun but was interrupted.

He leaned back in his custom swivel chair and narrowed eyes at him,  "Young Inc. When Gary told me he was sending someone, he didn't mention you would be so... young but then again it is Young  Inc." He laughed at his own joke while the man just smiled. "Please sit!" the man obliged and sat in the long couch waiting for him to join him. He did moments later, sitting in the couch next to him. "Would you like anything to drink?"

For the first time since he walked into Thorne Group he spoke, "Sweetened coffee would be fine."

Rodrick gestured to Orpah who left them to prepare his coffee, "So Mr. Garcia..."

He smiled, "Please call me Leo!"

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She looked at the time on her wrist watch and sighed in relief, she wasn't late. She finally found a parking space to park her car after a few rounds. Checking her face for the umpteenth time in the rearview mirror, she got out and headed for the elevator. She and Rodrick were doing an interview and a photo shoot in an hour with People's Magazine. Apparently people were interested in the sham of a life they lived. She didn't want to do it however her husband left her no choice hence here she was on her way to his office an hour early so they could polish up their lies. She got out of the elevator and walked towards the familiar double mahogany doors.