THE PUZZLED PIECES: Broken Pieces

1|07♥ When grays and greens meet ♥

"People will hate you, rate you, shake you and break you. But how strong you stand is what makes you".- LeBron James

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"Some people just overdo themselves, don't they?" Ryan Everdeen said as though speaking to no one in particular, but Charlie knew it was referred to him.

They were four of them seated in one of the two black agency cars, as it drove steadily behind the first car containing the other three representatives, with non other than Ryan Everdumb as their account manager for the campaign.

Just great!

Apparently, Charlie was the only one not in a black tailored suit.

While his other mates all wore matching suits, his was completely different. He was still in his turtleneck as usual but what changed was the black suit jacket he was on.

From the top of his slicked back hair to the burgundy designer shoes on his feet, you'd think he was the boss and not the snake sitting opposite him with a sardonic face.

The dude was obviously trying to mock him. Jealous much?

"Not surprised if you borrowed the outfit. The edges aren't even lined perfectly." Everdumb remarked in a mocking tone.

So what if it's borrowed? At least I have the decency to borrow from a person with standards and class, not a piece of rag like you. If you're so fashionable, why couldn't you dress in something better? Oh, I know- You're just a broke ass nigga with a dumb head and a loud mouth.

Charlie got really pissed after the thought, really itching to get those words out of his mouth but kept a neutral expression instead as he just stared at the nigga, trying his very best not to lose himself.

Ever since Everdumb found out he was one of the six representatives to go for the campaign, the nigga wasn't happy at all to say the least. He kept on making derisive remarks that were aimed at him.

That was the thing, the dude only knew how to use his mouth, and Charlie had always wished for nothing more than to snap his windpipe shut. That would really do everyone a favor after all. But God forbid that he loses his job over a wasted piece of a human being.

At that thought, he turned to look out through the dark tinted window, trying his best to get Everdumb's venom out of his system.

Thick tension hovered in the car. Yep! Every single person hated the nigga's guts but couldn't do anything because he was in charge.

Charlie lifted his arm to rub his chin, exposing the silver designer watch. He felt the nigga's stare on his wrist and almost smirked.

Envious bastard! He shook his head.

He still couldn't believe he was in his boss's clothes. Never in his years did he ever think he'd be so desperate to wear a suit, more so that he didn't like them. But after David heed to his plea- which was after so many questions and reprimanding of course- they exchanged outfits and even he had to admit, being in a suit wasn't so bad after all.

Even as they drove to their client's company, he still couldn't understand everything, but was glad at the turn of events.

If wearing this kind of suit meant it burned Everdumb's stupid pride, then maybe he'd start to gather enough penny he had so he'd change his whole wardrobe.

Haters are welcome.

The cars slowed as they turned through electric gates after being scanned by the security system.