In Debt

{25}

Poke.

"Ohhhhhh Leslie."

Poke.

It's alright. It's ok

"Leslie."

My eye twitched as Anthony continously jabbed his finger in my left cheek. I glance at the screen seeing were only on floor 15.

A sigh escapes as Anthony yet again makes use of his hands and irrates the fuck out of my cheek. He leans in as I ignore his blue eyes, mine automatically watching as the arrows go up and the elevator lurches.

I clench my fist against the papers most likely crumbling it. Great, Rhett will have my ass.
Floor 22.

I feel Anthony's eyes on me and finally let out a growl as he stands in front of him.

"It's not good to hold in anger or frustration."

I merely stare at him.

"You know if it's about jess-"

"I MEAN WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS!!JUST ORDERING ME AROUND LIKE A SLAVE..I MEAN SUUUREEE I AM HIS ASSISSANT..."

I raise my voice pushing past Anthony pacing around, "But...BUT HE CAN'T JUST TELL ME TO GO LOOK FOR SOMETHING..GOD..IT TOOK ME NEARLY TWO HOURS TO GET HIS SHIT AND HE'LL STILL PROBABLY BE LIKE," I lower my voice to mimic Rhett."You should have know, I expect you to blah blah blah blah."

"Interesting."

Ignoring Anthony's comment I continue my rant. "AND THEN HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO SAY JESSICA WANT SOME BLOOD.WELL THAT BITCH GOT VAMPIRE SPEED SO SHE CAN GET IT HER DAMN SELF...BUT NO......I DO..LIKE UGHHH."

"What a shame."

My eyes flutter up to met amused ocean eyes.

"Like you get me?"

Anthony nods his head probably just going along.

"I totttalllly get you girl."

The elevator bings and I roll my eyes heading out. A feeling of relief as I recongnize the floor. I strut down the hall glancing at the signs nailed in the wall.

Print room 324

Transcripts 325

Billing room 326

Blood supply 327

Ahh finally. I twist the knob going still as two pair of red eyes scan me. The hair rises on my arms and a chill spreads to my toes. My eyes spot the clear glass and see a wine glass.

Or blood glass I suppose.

I make my way over and open the cabinet grabbing two wine glasses while taking the bottle out.

Type blood O made just like you like it
Mayrt Marshall Foundation

I shake my head. This is crazy. I pour it in the wine glass. The red liquid filling up to the top swishing around. My nose crinkles at the smell amd I resist the urge to barf.

"So tell me does Mr.Ottava mind sharing?"

I freeze turning around to see one of the men in the room mischievously scrutinize me.

"I-I'm afraid not."

"Are you sure?" He asks his red eyes growing brighter. "It's been awhile since I had a real snack. You know a one-to-one."

"Wood man let's go..You know how the boss is." The other vampire says frantically glancing back and forth between the door and me.

Wood shrugs before stepping closer to me, "it's alright...he wouldn't mind..I mean he didn't mind the blonde assistant before."