Cause and Effect

Part 37

Alex

The drive to that Dickson guy's place didn't take very long. Mainly since I was freaking out quietly to myself and texting Dimitri to keep me calm. Although, truth be told, he seems a bit pissed. I've been his friend for so long, I can tell even through his texts.

When Oliver, who was my only companion for this car ride, finally parked outside of Mr. Dickson's mansion. My anxiety and fear went through the roof. So many questions swarmed my head. What if I mess up? What if he thinks something is up, and I fail the others?

Oliver sent me a side glance and sighed, "Calm down. You won't even need to say anything. Just stand there and if he asks you anything, answer with no hesitation. He's looking for new security guards, not little boys and girls who need their mothers to hold their hand."

Oliver got out of the car, slamming the door, and walked to the entrance of the large building, waiting for me. Wow, Brent wasn't kidding when she said this guy was a "complete price of shit asshole". Sighing, I swallowed up any nerves I had left and marched my way to Oliver.

As we entered, the first thing I noticed was a big white room that had a chandelier dangling on the ceiling, a a red plush carpet in the middle of the room, and pictures of Mr. Dickson and or Lilly.

Throughout the mansion I noticed in some corridors there were doors that were closed off completely. And on the coffee table by the fireplace were newly printed photos of two Harold's. It resembled something you could photoshop, but looked more real. It seems to me that this guy is full of himself.

We walked up to a door at the end if a corridor on the 3rd floor of this mansion. Oliver and a few of his "co workers" decided to give me a tour. Co workers being as they're security and decided to follow us around everywhere we went to make sure we, or more I, didn't do anything.

Oliver knocked and cleared his throat when he got the okay to come in. He walked into the room with so much authority and a sense of reason, while I kinda just, shuffled my way into the room after him. My body tense, and my breathing has seemed to have picked up speed.

"Oliver? And... What do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" Be questioned, sarcasm dripping off every syllable that came out of his mouth.

He turned his attention to me and raised his eyebrow, his eyes wondering up and down my body, before he allowed them to wander back to Oliver.

"Mr. Dickson sir, I've brought you someone who might be of service to you. His name is Alex, and I believe he could be useful as a security guard." Oliver said, his voice hard and sophisticated. He motioned to me, making me stand up straight and look Mr. Dickson in the eyes.

I was sweating slightly, the anticipation of the situation suffocating me. I felt ill, like fainting. Maybe even getting sick all of the nice red carpet that matched Mr. Dickson's brown, oak wood desk. Important documents, and books scattered across his desk next to his desktop.

"A security guard? He doesn't seems to have the build for it. And he looks a bit weak, a push over." Mr. Dickson massaged his chin in thought. Looks can be deceiving, ass.

Oliver sent me another glance before moving his gaze to Harold's desk. "Perhaps a secretary? With all due respect, but your desk can use a bit of organizing. Files and such."

Harold thought this over for a minute. He made eye contact with me and hummed to himself in thought. "Fine. Secretary it is." He gave Oliver a bored look and dismissed us.

Oliver sent me a reassuring smile and began walking towards the front exit. I stared after him confused for a money before it hit me. I'm gonna be working here. Closer to Harold this time.

I shivered at the thought and ran after Oliver, seeing as he was already at the bottom of the first flight of stairs. When we finally made our way back to his car, I couldn't have been happier. They were my last moments of freedom till... Whenever I have to go to work for this guys.

"Hey... When do I go to work?" I looked over at Oliver who was focused on driving.

"I have his number, I can give you his and you'll have to find out yourself. Now don't distract the driver." he put on a blank face, and continued to drive in the direction of Ally's loft. I smiled at the thought of bringing them good news, that I got the job.

I took out my phone and sent Dimitri, "I got it."