THE HANDSOME DOLL

CHAPTER V

"Come here kid!" Bruce said as soon as I stepped inside the office. He was the man who introduces me to the boss before.

I glance around, the boss nowhere.

They are crowding and giggling over something on the desk so I have to pushed my way through. What I saw on the desk is a half human size doll with short brown hair, over size head and big deep dark blue eyes plus its cheeks glowed pinkish. The doll is wearing a black suit and bow tie.

As I held it with two hands, I came to realize that..

"Its me, isn't it?"

They broke into haughty laughter.

I grab the doll by the legs and starts banging it on each of them but because they're covering themselves with their arms it came flying off.

"What this shit?" asked the voice from behind.

We all look around and saw the boss in a simple vest, wearing nothing under and a metal necklace dangling from his chest. Even the men can't help but admire this man's beauty. He picked up the doll and examines, front and back.

The men arrange themselves as if we're commanded by a military general. Back straight. Chin up. I did the same.

"Its a blythe doll boss," answered Jene, a middle age man with black hair and fair complexion.

"A blythe doll?" the boss repeated, glancing at me then back to the doll.

"Yes boss!" they answered in chorus.

"August made it himself boss." Bruce explained.

August is another middle age man, with black hair and stone hard chest that may give you head bump when he hugs you without warning.

I look at him and show him my fist. Some notices me and chuckles.

The boss held the doll and put it on his desk.

We watch him sit and lighted a cigarette.

"What you all looking and standing for assholes?? Go work! Now!" he shouted.

Everybody crammed and started for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked Mint.

"Its the end of the month, we'll be collecting funds." he answered.

Im surprise to hear that but isn't that the real work of a mafia organization?

"You want to join them Doll?" Boss Cheston called from behind.

Doll huh? To whom is he talking to? I didn't glance around.

"Look at me when Im talking to you little Blythe punk!"

He should call me by my name afterall. I turn around, smiling, brushing a hand on my hair behind.

"Well, I can do that too.." I answered as I walk towards him. "Can I go with them Boss?" I continued, meeting his gaze as I've done my puppy eyed trick.

"NO!" he said in a raise voice.

Damn this man did he really have to raise his voice like that.

"Bring me french vanilla latte instead." he lift his hand, shoving me away.

After several minutes, I handed him his order.

Everyone was out so it makes me uncomfortable to realize that we're alone on this floor.

He took a sip as I watch him. I can't tell if he's pleased or anything because he remains expressionless.

"Where did you learn how to make like this?"