The Nobody

Chapter 2: Mr. CEO

S. Xavier Stone shown above

(once again these photos are not mine and won't be used to profit. They are only being used to represent the stories characters.)

Continuing through the crowd, Quin hugged himself close and stared onto the pavement. He became unaware of his surroundings as he avoided their eyes. Once he started to feel people bumping into him, he started to dash through them, hearing them laugh as he passed. Quin's eyes watered as he whispered,

"I just don't get it. Who would find someone less fortunate...amusing?"

He wiped his unshed tears with the back of his hand as he finally slowed his pace. While he tried to calm himself down, he breathed in deeply and was graced with the most amazing aroma. Quickly looked up, he saw a burly man holding the door open to what seemed to be a café. He was wearing a white apron and holding a carryout bag.

"Where did he go?" the man asked in a very scary voice, as he looked around for the owner of the bag.

Quin quickly looked around and saw that no one was really paying attention to him or the man, so he prepared himself for the steal. He waited until the man was slowly turning around to strike. Running up, he snatched the bag and ran off, dodging the pedestrians.

"Hey! Stop! Get back here you thief!" yelled the man.

At first, people moved out of the way when Quin ran up to them but now, some were getting into his way to try to stop him. This caused him to start pushing people out the way as he ran. Suddenly, he heard a whistle and turned around, seeing two cops running his way.

"Stop right there!" one cop yelled.

Unexpectedly, because he was not paying attention, he crashed into someone and fell onto the floor, spilling the contents of the bag all over the pavement and himself. From above his head, the person he crashed into sneered at him and spit in his direction. The booming sounds of laughter surrounded him and he had to cover his ears to block it. Although, he was successfully able to block the sound of the laughter, he could not ignore the sound of the thundering feet still trying to catch him. Quin scrambled onto his feet, slipping on one of the contents on the floor, but he was quickly able to steady himself and once again start his race against the cops. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him but he was slowly getting tired. Drops of sweat covered his face and he had pit stains under his arms. Across the busy street, he sees a tall brown and gold building, with gold framed revolving doors. He ran across, miraculously able to avoid the traffic, and then went inside. Instantly, people began whispering and staring at him as he stood at the entrance. He felt extremely uncomfortable and out of place. Felt as if the more he stepped in the building, the more he is dirtying the place. The building was bright and shined with elegance, with a variety of gold, dark wood, and white colors. People were clad in business formal attire, meaning Quin stood out like a sore thumb.

Suddenly, Quin remembered that he was supposed to be running away, and shook out of his stupor and started to quickly look around. He saw a pair of dark wood colored doors and without a second thought, he ran inside. He silently closed the door, pressed his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. Quin's heart was beating so fast, that he could not hear anything but his heartbeat. That would probably explain why he failed to notice the two people sitting in the room.

"Excuse me, but I do not have your time. Please get on with it," the most appealing, husky voice said, making Quin almost jump out of his skin.

Quin quickly looked around and noticed he was in some sort of meeting room, which consisted of a long oak wood colored conference table in the middle of the room. Looking at the table, he noticed a man and woman sitting at it. The man was currently looking down and shuffling through some paperwork, so Quin could not see his face. He could only see his well-groomed brown hair, with touches of light brown highlights, his broad shoulders, hidden behind his blue suit, and strong hands. Quin could not help but feel a bit intimidated by the beauty of this man and this is without even seeing his face. Quin slowly looked over and was graced with a glare from the red headed, curvaceous woman. She looked at him with a look of disgust and disdain, making Quin feel uncomfortable and causing him to quickly look down at his feet.

"Sir," he heard the woman say, but she was ignored.

"Listen here, I do not have your time. If you are interested in this position, I would highly recommend you go to the piano and perform. You are trying the little bit of patience that I have," the man said sternly.

Quin quickly straightened up and noticed that the man has still not looked up from the table. He felt relief that the man was not looking at him though because he did not think he can stand said man's judgmental gaze. Quin rapidly looked over to the black piano in the room and felt his fingers inching to play it. He felt as if the piano was calling his name, so he walked towards it and touched it. He sat on the bench and looked at his fingers on the keys. It was refreshing to have his fingers on a piano again after all these years.

"Sir, I do not think this is a promising idea," was the last thing Quin heard before he closed his eyes and let his fingers get to work.