Omen - [EDITING]

[ Don't Leave Me ]

In an instance, I have finally arrived back at the Black Snow Co. Company in safe circumstances. I thanked the driver after paying for the bill, packing my belongings with me as I meander my way towards the building. 

My heart races in contentment at the matter that Father had returned my call. It's only a small matter to everyone's eyes, as if they've received calls everyday from other people. However, they haven't seen my side of my story. They don't understand how important Father's presence is to me. 

I had not expected him to call back. I was almost on the verge of giving up waiting. 

People might assume how needy I am, despite being over the age of adolescence. I didn't care about their remarks. I wanted to fill the absence of Father's presence by starting all over again. I wanted to know why he went out for a long time and decided best to cut off contact. I don't understand why Father thought it was best to leave me, albeit his workplace is only a few miles away from home.

No matter how expensive or time consuming it was to reach to his workplace, I only cared about seeing Father. 

My heavy steps trudged through the short foyer, bringing my fatigue body towards the reception. Eyes that have been opened for more than five hours were eager to remain open. My body screams for rest, yet my mind pleads for comfort. 

The same staff that shortly consulted me in regards to the 'fake' interview yesterday was there. I didn't know how else to get in direct contact with Father, considering that he might miss my call again. If I had attempted to call him once more, he might be somewhere else other than his own office. 

"Hi there. I'm looking for Jang Kyungsoo." I breathed out heavily, catching my breath from sprinting back here. The urge to step out of this building overwhelmed my anticipation for slumber. However, I needed to see Father. 

There were so many questions booming in my head. 

The staff glances at me in confusion before reaching for something midway. Her mouth forms into a circle before the words finally come out.   

"Are you perhaps an acquaintance of Dr. Jang?" 

I notice the raised eyebrow and remained composed. 

"I'm his daughter. I'm here to see my Father, he recently called me. Can you lead me to him?"

She responds with a little nod, reaching out for more papers and pen before standing up. She compiles the thick pieces of papers into one set, clipping the edge of the sheets in the process. 

I wait for the staff to direct me to where Father is, yet she hands me a writing pad with a sheet on top of it. I reprimand from screaming at the slow pace of this woman, but strained myself from causing a scene. She's a staff for this organisation and has her own tasks to sort out. I can't complain for what she's working for. 

"Please write down your details in the boxes provided. Then I'll escort you to Dr. Jang's office." 

I nod nonetheless, doing as requested in mere silence. The staff busies herself with sorting the papers in folders. She reaches for the phone, tabbing numbers to dial someone. I realise she's the only staff working at the reception. There's no one else, last time that I remembered entering here. 

"Sir, there's someone, notably your daughter, says she's here to see you."

My heart races at the sudden negative thought that Father might dismiss my presence. It just suddenly appeared as my first assumption, yet I continue to jot down my contact and email. Honestly, I'm not sure why I have to fill in my information just to visit my Father.