Inspiration For HIRE

IFH Chapter 2

"Shit, shit, shit, shit...." I deeply inhaled and clutched my arm.

I looked up and the tall skyscraper building looked down on me and I felt intimidated, by a damn building.

"Fuck you building...you're not helping..." I muttered, I shook my head and pushed up my glasses, it's now or never, we're gonna do this.

I cautiously stepped into the building, my eyes flicked everywhere, writers, writers EVERYWHERE. I even feel more intimidated by the atmosphere, it was subtle, quiet, everyone felt intense, makes my hair stand on end. Is this what it feels like to be an official writer...it has more to it.

I deeply inhaled and let out a silent sigh, don't get scared by the atmosphere, it can never choke you in ways a human physically does.

But how come I feel like I entered the wrong building and ended up in the assassination squad...or some hit-man for hire company, all these people's glares are sure giving me goosebumps.

You know what...let me do a re-check...

I quickly backed up and went straight for the door and quickly opened it, I quickly took out my phone and quickly scrolled to notes, I searched for the address of the place I was supposed to go.

"Okay, here we go..." I looked up from my phone and asked a personnel passing by, "Um, hey, mister? What's the address of this building?"

"Oh, this building right here? It's Clover street 1568, why?" He politely smiled.

"O-oh, 1568 you say...um, do you know where's the Writer's Agency around here...?" I nervously asked, oh dear glob, I'm so late.

"Oh the Writer's Agency? Well, it's right over there!" I craned my neck over towards where he was pointing and there, in front of me, just right across the street, was a shack. I wouldn't call it a shack but, basically it is a shack.

My mouth twitch, "H-hey mister, a-are you sure that's it...?" He gave a nod.

I bit my bottom lip and thanked the random guy, well, ain't that a revelation...

You know what just cross the street and get hit by a damn car, what the fuck is life.

"THAT'S THE DAMN AGENCY!? Call it whatever you want but fuck no, that ain't no Agency! That's a damn shack!" I wanted to shout but I held it all in.

"This day is just getting better huh..." Queue eye twitch.

I crossed the street with eyes both twitching, upper lip twitching, hands twitching, I may have a problem that needs immediate attention...

Deeply inhaling again, I twisted the rusty knob of the shack, I meant Agency door, or whatever's left of a door. I twisted the knob and my eyes widen as the knob broke off and I stared at it, silent screams erupting from my gaping mouth.

"Oh Jesus Christ...what am I gonna do!? No, no, no..." I quickly tried reattaching the broken knob to it's place but it keeps falling off, "Get it in, get it fucking in...I swear I'll murder you if you don't go in!" I muttered strings of curses all aiming towards the knob.

"Hello-" My eyes widen as I staggered forward and landed on a hard, fleshy, wall.

I slowly looked up, beads of sweat forming over my forehead, my lips suddenly turned into the Sahara desert.

I quickly backed off and accidentally hit my elbow on the door frame and I winced, how can this day get any worse!?

"H-hey are you alright-"

I put a hand in front of me, "Yes, yes, I-I'm absolutely fine, nothing to worry about-" I suddenly lost my balance and I had accidentally stepped on a banana peel and slipped, my chin hitting the ground first.

"H-hey let me help you up-" I held a hand in front of me again, signaling to stop, "I'm fine, absolutely fine-" I lifted myself up on my elbows and my hand slipped on the rug and my chin fell first on the hard and cold wooden floor.

"You know what, screw it, I'm not fine..." I let out a grunt of pain and I massaged my chin along with my jaw. "Here, come on, I'll help you up." He offered his hand to me and I grasped it and he pulled me, the sudden momentum made him lose his footing and fell backwards, whilst I fell forward.

Grab the curtain! My instincts told me and I quickly grabbed it and the curtain popped off the wall and fell on us.

"Hey, ow-"

"Hey! Get oomph-"

"Stop squirming!"

We were both kicking and punching inside the huge curtain, until a deep, hoarse voice made us stop.

"Brad!"

I could feel this 'Brad' guy under me freeze and beads of sweet formed on my forehead, that guy also gave me the goosebumps. Worst. Day. Ever.

I could hear him muttering loads of 'shit' under me.

"Brad, really? Just really? On the first day?"

"I didn't do anything Carlos!" His voice muffled.

"Oh really?" I could almost feel this guy rolling his eyes with sarcastic remark.

"Then explain this if you may, Brad?"

"It was an accident!" Brad shouted.

"Like hell I'll believe that Brad, this isn't the first time I saw you with someone under the curtains..."

"You'd bring that up now!? Really Carlos!? It's not like last time, this is really an accident!"

My eye twitched, this curtain better not be the same curtain that Carlos guy is talking about...

TBC...

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