Fix You

48

Mika

A knock at the door startled me and I dropped the papers in the box.

I'm having a hard time finding Dr. Revilla's number. I know I just misplaced it somewhere, but my head is in the unit next door that it made my concentration fell short. I can't think straight.

I took some money out of the envelope in case this is someone in the building.

Well it could have been the cleaning crew, but I called only five minutes ago, so I bet it's not them.

I took out 5000 pesos since that's what Ate Denise told me na ganitong amount yung ibigay ko if ever. I ran to the door as the knocks keep on coming furiously. Woah, calm down alright.

I opened the door and a familiar girl, maybe in her early 30's, wearing a corporate attire came into view. Oh I know her, she's the receptionist. I don't see her as often but I know her.

She's giving me a resting bitch face that screams "I think we know what's the problem here." I don't want to judge her yet, but I don't like this girl.

"Where's Denise?" She asked right away.

"She's not here... but she told me to give you this." I handed her the money and she looked at the money in my hand first, raised her left eyebrow, and huffed, before getting the money.

Please, let's not play the hard-to-get game here.

This girl needs to watch it. I'm all mess from my boyfriend having a mental breakdown that I will have no problem pretending that her face is a volleyball's ball and my hand will be very much happy to spike it real hard, it will smash.

I'm just not in the mood at all.

She counted the money up. "Ito lang?"

I helped myself not to roll my eyes in front of this wretch. "That's as much as she told me to give you. Uhm, kulang pa ba?"

"Well I just received three calls in a row from some residents here in Tower 1 because of that pyscho boyfriend of yours and I think I will be sick if I receive another report tonight. He better not get the police in here or I swear he will be kicked out of this place."

This bitch. Who the hell is she to call my boyfriend a psycho? He is not pyschotic by any means, he just had a problem that he can't help. No, he's not psychotic. That much I am sure of, but she pissed me off for been saying something like that to me.

I don't want to piss her off though because I don't want her to give Kiefer a notice or even call the police.

"Are we done here?" I asked impatiently but still give her a smile.

"Yes, we are." She still has that resting bitch face on and I swear to God I want to smash it. "I'll just ask Denise for more when she gets back since her wingman is a cheap bitch." She said with her gritted teeth.

She's one of those, you know, older woman who can't get out of the teenage state of mind. Always out for drama and petty things. Yup, not worth my time at all.

"Okay. Well, I guess we're really done here. I'll see you around." I said with a smile.

Kill them with kindness.

I shut the door on her face. Alright, maybe that is not too kind. But I don't care. I have stuff to do.

I went back to the box and went through all the papers again. I finally took out the paper with Dr. Revilla's number on it.