Alynne was able to keep her promise. In a time span of two weeks, she was able to drop five and a half pounds. She ate healthily, her actually allowing me to cook every meal, she just didn’t eat the quantity that she usually does. I give my greatest thanks for that.
“I’m a little surprised that you actually wanted me to come,” I said, breaking the silence. Usually we have the radio blasting and we’re singing as loud as our lungs will allow us to, but ever since we got into the car there has been nothing but commercials on so the car has been as silent as a stone is still.
“Why wouldn’t I want you to come?” Alynne questioned, not sure why I had thought this.
“I don’t know. I guess you don’t ask me to drive you to work and ask me to come in with you,” I answered.
“I guess you have a point there,” She agreed. “And turn here.” I did just that then parked in the lot of the agency Alynne had recently been transferred to. “Well, here we are.”
“I can see that,” I replied, this being quite obvious.
We both got out of Alynne’s black Volkwagen Jetta and made our way over to the, what appear to be a, skyscraper of a place hand in hand. We may have been together for over four years but we hardly ever show public displays of affection. It isn’t so much that either of us frown upon it, it’s just that we’re very rarely out together. We hold each others’ hands but that’s really just about it.
“Hey Joselyn,” Alynne greeted as we walked down a few long halls in the agency. Joselyn was a clear ginger, having rust red curls atop her head. She also had emerald green eyes and wore a smile and showed off her snow white teeth. They were so white that they looked like they weren’t even real.
“Not trying to sound rude or anything, but are her teeth even real?” I whispered to Alynne, assuming that she’d be able to answer my question. “They look too clean to be.”
“Don’t tell anyone that I told you this,” She replied before continuing with a story. “When she was younger she had a brain issue that triggered her to vomit. She couldn’t prevent it, it just happened. Her natural teeth weren’t even fit to be used so she had to get dentures. At least nobody can tell.”
”I guess I was an exception then,” I muttered under my breath.
“Not so much that,” Alynne commented. “She just hadn’t had a coffee to drink or anything to eat yet so that’s why they’re so white right now.”
“Ah,” I responded. I now started to feel guilty about ever having asked about it. That was very personal and I had no right to know that piece of information about Joselyn.
“I’m going to give you a little warning ahead of time about my new boss,” Alynne informed.
“I’m listening,” I replied.
“Well, Mr. Whitman isn’t exactly,” She trailed off. “Nicest person in the world?” She concluded, questioning her word choice in description of her new boss.
“Thanks for the warning,” I thanked. “Now I’ll try to talk to him the least I can.” I don’t do well around people who who aren’t kind. Not so much that I don’t like people who aren’t super nice, it’s more along the lines of people who aren’t very kind are usually quite annoyed with my seemingly constant cheeriness and uplifting attitude.
“Hello Mr. Whitman,” Alynne greeted who I assumed to be her boss when we walked into the room that he was currently in. This appeared to be a break room and a lobby hybrid. It had the appearance of a lobby with the couches wrapping almost all around the walls but it had the characteristics of a break room because there was almost a breakfast buffet set out. Maybe this place was better than I originally thought. If they set out food for the employees to eat the boss can’t be that cold hearted of a person.
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The Broken Mirror
Random"Every broken mirror has a twisted reflection" Alynne Ramirez has a life that she never dreamed that she'd ever have. She's a successful model at a small agency and has been offered a transfer to one of the most popular firms in exchange for one sma...
