Kittie Tales

Chapter Twenty-six I

Chapter Twenty-six I: Imperspicuous Actualisations..

Alessandra

I was still too dumbstruck and too dumbfounded even to utter a word. Couldn't even make any forced sound, Nothing. Zip. Nada. I was even too calm for someone who had witnessed such a destabilising ordeal or who was a pawn in the unthinkable because I was sure as hell that he had an ulterior motive for doing what he did.

My boss just sat there, staring at me with his usual expressionless expression, sipping his dark coffee once in a while. Coffee as dark as his heart and soul. Perhaps waiting for me to say what was on the tip of my tongue, argue like a defence lawyer and rage like a deranged maniac who had been told she was insane, but my system still wasn't functioning to its full capacity at all.

I just sat facing him on one of the black sofas in the huge office, overlooking the large windows and into space. I rather found the landscape outside the window more appealing and worthy of my sight. Many thoughts danced ballerina-style through my mind.

Thoughts like..

What the fuck..?

What the actual fuck..?

What the hell..?

What the fucking hell...?

What..?

How..?

Why..?

To get them out of my head to form actual sentences was the actual problem. A growing headache that would soon become an avalanche of unbearable pain and torment was currently making itself comfortable in my head.

"Aren't you going to drop a comment?", David's voice broke the growing silence and filtered into my hazy brain. "Or correct me if I'm wrong, you're just going to sit there and waste limited office hours"

I turned cold and dead honey brown eyes at him, eyes colder and deadlier than his own cold stare could ever be. He squinted slightly at me. "What do you, perhaps want me to say, Sir?", I asked him in the coldest voice I could muster.

"For starters, you should wipe that dead countenance off your face and smile like one should when they win a jackpot because I think you just did. You appear horrendously hideous from my current visual perception; it's unbecoming of a debutante of the circle", he said.

Something in me snapped.

Perhaps it was my unlimited patience running thin. Or the last strand of sanity I had left. Or maybe it was just the black bra strap I had on, it had being coming undone on its own lately.

Oh you'll get it now!..

I turned a venomous glare on him. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?!", I shrieked angrily. "Are you fucking..! Do you realise the implications of what you've just done?! You ruined my life! My whole life is ruined and you just sit there, sipping coffee as dark as your soul and... and making silly stupid jokes! At the most unsuitable time! Whatever did you do that for?! Do I look like a pawn in one of your stupid mind games?!"

A small amused smile filtered onto David's lips, causing my annoyance to skyrocket beyond normal. The fact that he had the audacity to smile at the situation was nerve-wrackingly frustrating. "There, that was the exact emotion I was anticipating", he said.

I regarded him with a more venomous glare. The venom from a black mamba could not begin to compare with what was oozing out of my eyes.

"Did you kill him?", I asked, matter of factly. If he could pull a stunt like what he just did, killing the unnecessary inconvenience who couldn't keep his own end of the bargain (the photographer) should be but a mere wink of an eye.