Sparky Fate

17° Oh sh*t, you must be kidding me

Mars' POV

Slowly am still digesting all the information I've just got right now. I can't believe it. How the heck can this all be true?

Like really?
He is the son of the famous Mr Jones.
Dammit! How can i be so stupid not to look at the company's board or more so dig deep into the heads of this institution before coming here.
Silly me.

I have heard a lot about Mr Jones. His wealthy ness, fame,big success but his son?
Not really heard he had a son before.
Why would he hide his son from the world?
Isn't he supposed to be the heir of the company?

This isn't adding up. Why would Lance 'the prince son' be working in the not-so-strong post here? Aren't they rich, why should he even work if he's made from eating with a gold spoon?
What the heck is happening here!

"I just can't believe how everything is starting to make sense right now."

"I know, pretty cool, right?"

I just nodded not knowing what to respond to his comment as we step into the elevator.
"He's a nice guy Mars. Not so many know his real self apart from his job being so so many judge him a lot of from him darkness."

"You guys seem to be so close. What darkness are you precisely talking about?"

"Sorry, we will have to catch up later have to rush off. Work, you know?"

"Yeah sure, thanks Lyre."

I watched him nod as we stepped out of the elevator.

Okay. What did he mean 'a lot of people judge him from his darkness'? He's a nice guy? Like wtf did he mean by that? Why did he shatter when i enquired about Lance's darkness? What is Lance hiding?

He just added up clogged information in my brain. Fuck! I will have to scoop up details especially from Lyre. He seems so easy to approach.

I will have to befriend him. Well am just a concerned woman who wants information for all her brainy puzzles to be solved.
Easy pizzy.

I stood beside my desk trying to figure out a plan.
Work! Work!

I have to go ask Lance about this green Glens document. I can just call his desk and ask.
There is an inner urge to just face him. I don't know its because of the information i have gotten or am just having a crush on him.

You know what, i will do what my heart wants. Am not a fucking robot for crying out loud and if he's sexy, he's sexy. Whats wrong with crushing on a workmate anyway?
You just admire and get over with it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Steadily, i knocked at the door.
No response.
Another knock, no response nor movements inside.
Maybe he didn't come work today.
Maybe he's not yet back from his lunch break.
Only one way to find out.

"Hey Cass."

"Hey too Mars, how's you?"

"Am good, you?"

"Also fine. Thanks."

There was an awkward silence between us. Just wondering why she's quite not talkative today.
Back to reality.