Black Temptation

Chapter 4

It takes me about ten minutes of walking around in circles to find his door. I huff, exasperated with myself as I think of how many times I passed it and never had the slightest inkling that it was the one.

Yet, I stall before advancing. This is the boss boss boss. Mr.Man. How would he take this? If he'd take this at all. He's been known to hit women, none recently, but some very sketchy things have occurred in his presence. But none of his clergy knows of this and for good reasons. But of course, since he's CEO, all his problems can just be "removed" as he would say. I've seen the pictures, heard the stories. And the fact that he runs a children's bible study book company would not help your case against him, if you were alive long enough to see your case go through.

I shake the horrid thoughts from my mind as I approach the door. It is a large vertical mass of dark wood, engraved with a big "E" for Earlwind in the middle. Fancy. My hand leads itself close to the entry. I knock a couple of times before a large shout hits the door from the other side.

"Come in!" It yells. I grab the gold knob, the only one on the entire floor, and let myself in. The spacious room embraces the civil smile spread across my face. The man uplifts out of his plush, black office chair. After he was done twirling in it of course. The large strides he takes not wasting anytime greeting me. His massive hand invites mine to meet it.

It is nothing like that of that bastard I had just encountered only a few minutes ago.

I joyfully enter my hand into his. He shakes it lightly to my pleasure.

"Why don't you sit down?" He offers. I nod and take a seat in the less than comfortable plastic chair. My purse drops down beside me simultaneously. He plops down and crosses his fingers over each other.

I find myself engulfed in that silence I had with Susan, edging the features of the man in front of me. His brown eyes look almost black as they gaze upon mine. Which contrasts to the shiny, yet thin, chestnut streaks wrapped across his head. His hands are rough. It appears that he had been in some type of altercation recently from scrapes and cuts that look like they are still healing.

I shoot my gaze back to his when I sense him boring a hole in my face. His mouth smirks at me. I catch myself feeling quite tired of people smirking at me. Even though his is nothing of that nature. I acquiesce his smirk. This is strictly business and I will not let that nameless boy disturb the process.

"So, Mr. Earlwind..." I playfully say. He snickers at me, tilting his head back slightly. His hands grip the skin tighter as he lets out a deep breath before explaining himself.

"Well in the world we live in, the name you're given as an infant is not the one you have when you die." He almost speaks in a serious tone. "That's why I can't keep calling you McKenzie." He informs me.

I look around awaiting another sentence, asking why I am here and such, but it's silent. I recognize him staring aimlessly at his desk. I tap my fingers on my thigh, pondering through possible scenarios.

"I need to tell you something."

His stare returns back to me. It stuns me at first, his eyes being the semi-demonic shape and color they are.

"Really?" He says, reaching for his briefcase. He puts in a code and the large bottom of it glides down with ease, papers extracted. It is returned back to the side of his desk, his face now a distasteful shape as he checks the documents. He lets in a sharp breath as he sets the papers down near me and slides them further to the front of his desk.

"Well, please."

I curiously peer down at them, forgetting the monologue I had prepared, and grab the sheets. There are addresses, phone numbers, full names, birth dates, social security numbers, licenses and license plates. I scrape through the large hump of paper, leading to a sheet that had a list of poisons, guns, tazers, and different chemicals for arsoning.