Miss Angel's Innocence

5. Red Hair & Blue Eyes

CHAPTER FIVE - RED HAIR and BLUE EYES:

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[Taking place 30 minutes before Paige walks into the convenience store]

I sit back against the leather chair, allowing my tense body to relax just a smidge, trying to make it easier for the elderly man cleaning my shoes to do his job. I imagine what it would be like to live as an average middle class man, and scoff. If only. I take a deep breath, sliding up from the chair, which earns me a small scowl from the man beneath me. Relax dude, I'll give you a tip that will last you a year. Maybe you'll even be able to retire now. 

I push my hips forward and a satisfying crack, makes my eyes roll upwards in their sockets. I savor the feeling of relief that washes over me, from cracking my overworked back. Ignoring the glares I'm receiving from the gray haired man, I roll my neck around, stretching the sore muscles. My shoulders drop in satisfaction, and I return back to my original position.

I had to travel to Orlando because of the huge commotion in the Florida office that Blake couldn't take care of halfway across the earth. My business partner, Blake, was currently in Rome making a huge deal that could bring in millions. Yeah like I need more money, I could bathe in one hundred dollar bills everyday, and I would still have more  cash than I know what to do with. I groan, not intending for it to actually come out, but of course internally groaning is supposedly not a talent of mine. The man who was just about done with my shoes, glances up. I wave him off, and he turns his attention back to polishing my thousand dollar shoes.  

My mind drifts back to why I'm here, in Orlando, instead of with my younger sister, Sara, in New York. I shudder at the thought of the office with blood stains and papers everywhere on the second floor. Blake had called me up at three in the morning not hesitating to tell me the news. With me being the man that I am, and only a two hour flight away, I quickly packed some 'essentials' before leaving town in a flash. The odd thing about this was how violent the situation had been. A few men had taken it upon themselves to throw huge rocks at the window, seriously injuring six people, and of them were four workers, including my personal assistant at this location. 

We had difficulties in figuring out why this had happened, and still have yet to discover these sick men's reasoning, that is only if there is one. Anyways I left my sister Tina with the babysitter for yesterday and today, with my flight scheduled for tonight.

On top of the incident, to my unrelenting dismay, my pilot had a personal issue of some sort, making him unavailable to fly me back. And just when I had thought all negativity had passed, yesterday I found that there were no available seats anywhere flying from Orlando to New York until today. To all of these inconveniences, and the fact that I haven't gotten laid for two months, I blame my attitude, which was not often present in my life. I wonder what I did to upset the gods so much. Eventually, I come to the conclusion that they are pissed that they aren't blessed with my godly looks. Jealousy, I see a lot of that whenever I'm involved. Although I can't blame them, I mean who wouldn't want my body? I smirk, but it quickly dissolves when the weekend's events come flooding back.

The whole thing made me quite worried, and not to mention stressed as hell. My stomach twists into knots as the image of the little girl blacked out and bleeding on the floor comes back to my memory. A major concussion was the result of the rock landing straight on her head, knocking her out. I shudder, and push away the five year old, reminding me of my sister. I attempt to forget this whole trip, feeling as though a jab just landed smack on my rib cage, when it doesn't leave my thoughts.