desperate

III. BPAP

Benzofuranylpropylaminopentane; also known as BPAP. Side effects include dilated pupils, tingling feelings, tightening of the jaw muscles, raised body temperature, increased blood pressure and heart rate, insomnia, and temporary feelings of affection towards others.

JUSTIN

I lace my fingers together, placing them behind my head as I lean back in my chair, propping my feet on my desk. Today has been a slow day. I sigh. At least I'm making money.

I spoke too soon on the slow day part, because a knock on the door disturbs my peace. I open my eyes, not bothering to remove my hands or feet. "Come in!" I call. A brunette steps into my office. Her blue skirt hugs her thin legs, a white button down tucked in the waist band. "Yes?" I ask.

"Um sir, we have a problem," She cautiously speaks.

"What kind of problem?" I move to regular sitting position.

"A girl has passed out in Riley's office."

"...So? What's that got to do with me?" My lips purse in my perplexed look.

"I... I don't know, sir. He just told me to speak to you about it."

"Tell him to come to my office," I instruct, placing my elbows on the desk top. I don't understand why he's disturbing me. You'd think he'd annoy someone else, someone who doesn't pay his bills.

Riley soon comes tumbling into my office. "Sir," he starts.

"What? What is so important about an unconscious girl in your office?" I glare at him.

"She was here for a job interview." He makes his way closer to my desk, not bothering to sit.

"Okay...?"

"She was acting strange then she just passed out."

"Are you suggesting she's on something?"

"I don't know. She said she wasn't."

"You know we don't hire drug addicts," My voice is stern.

"Yes, sir. I don't know if she's taking drugs. I just know she was looking for a job to pay for her brother's chemotherapy and she passed out."

"So, don't hire her and get her out of here. You know we can't employ someone like that," I shake my head, still not understanding why he's in my office.

"Yes, sir. I know she's not good for the job. Too pure. But, she seemed so desperate. I think she's just worn out and her body couldn't take it anymore."

"I still don't understand what this has to do with me!" I boom. I close my eyes, deeply inhaling. "You know what? Fine. I'll handle it. God, I have to do everything around here. That's why I hired you shit heads." I stand up and straighten my tie before pushing past Riley.

He's well aware we can't hire someone that's here for good reasons. This job has to be a last resort because of shitty decisions or it just simply won't turn out well. Why is he bothering me with this? I groan as I step into the elevator and go down to the 31st floor. People stand by as I course through the hall and into Riley's office.

A blonde ponytail peaks over the back of the chair. I roll my eyes. Why am I doing this? I make my way around the seat, finally able to see the woman causing me such a disruption.

And there she is. There she is.

She's collapsed against the leather cushion, her head tilted to the side. Loose hairs dwindle down around her face. She seems to be makeupless, although her lashes are long and lips are full, deliciously pink. Her simple dress is astonishingly fitting. Black jacket, white t-shirt, black jeans, black boots.