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“What are you allergic to liver or something?” David asked, stepping into the elevator. It moved a little from his weight, and I got up quickly.

That's not exactly something an elevator should do, right?

“Y-yah got me!” I yelled sarcastically, with a slight shiver to my voice. He motioned for me to follow him, and I wobbled behind his tall frame into the waiting room. Carol shot me a look of worry, and smiled at David. When we reached his office, I pushed the wet poncho off of me, exposing my wet black hair. “I r-really hope you enjoy this s-sandwich. You j-jerk.”

David put his hands on his hips, and stared at the bag. “Oh I’m not eating that sandwich. You left thirty minutes ago,” he explained, taking the bag from my tight, angry grip. He opened the paper bag, and cringed at the smell. Taking out the chips, he pulled them open with one hand, and his teeth. It made a loud popping noise, and the strong smell of jalapenos filled my nose. “But I’ll eat the chips and give you a break.”

Basically he threw the sandwich at me, and sat back into his large leather desk chair. “Take a bite and I won’t fire you,” he stated, with a giant smirk on his face.

I starred at bag, and slowly un-wrapped the sandwich. Only one bite Faith, and you won’t get fired. One hundred dollars an hour; that’s what he said right? I brought the sandwich to my mouth, when I heard him say: “Huge bite or it doesn’t count.”



David kicked his legs up, and started to eat the chips. I stood stunned in my spot, holding the bag in my hands. “Isn’t that spicy?” I asked him quietly.

He made a sour face, and stuck his tongue out. “Yeah, get me some water in the waiting room, quick.” I hurried out of the room, with my soaked shoes and filled him a cup in the waiting room. I turned to see Carol gone from her seat, and the redhead in her place. She narrowed her eyes at me, and I scrunched my nose at her.

What a friendly person.

When I got into the office, I held the cup up and pointed at it. “Why the hell should I give this to you after what you made me do?” I demanded angrily. He ignored me, and motioned for me to sit down. “I asked you a –“

Loud thunder cracked, and I shut up. David turned his head curiously to the sound, and then frowned at me. “Miss Williams please have a seat, and give me the water.”

I dragged my feet a little and plopped down onto the leather. I reached over and gave him the Styrofoam cup. His hand stayed in the bag even as I held it in front of him. He stuck his finger in his mouth licking off the jalapeño powder, and grabbed the cup with the same hand. The saliva infested finger rubbed against my own. “Seriously!” I shouted, whipping my hand on my slacks.

He chuckled deep in his throat, and sipped the drink. I leaned back in the chair, and he frowned. “Please dry yourself off first those are expensive.”

I threw my hands up in exasperation, “I have nothing to wear!”

“Sit on the floor then.”

“No.” “Why not?”

“Because you’re an ass,” I snapped, and he choked a little on the drink. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. My eyes landed on the floor, and I avoided his gaze.

The phone started to right again to that weird tune. David reluctantly picked up the phone, and I lifted my head up to meet a furious gaze. “Yeah,” he said bluntly, still glaring at me. “No not really, I wouldn’t like that,” he said sourly, and thunder boomed outside once again. I jumped, and stared out the window. “Yeah, tell them I’ll see them now if you’re that desperate,” David said, his tone completely different. “Carol wait tell them we have a…guest.”

“What’s wrong?”

He rubbed his jaw, as if there is stubble there and then he pushed into his desk. “How good are you at lying?” he suddenly asked, flipping his brown hair out of his eyes.

I shrugged, “I’m alright…it depends what the situation is—“

“Well that’s too bad, because you need to pretend to be my lover for the next—“he checked his watch, “—fifteen minutes. Or else these people will probably throw you off of the building,” he stated simply. I stared in shock, at how serious he sounds.

“Off the building, as if they will literally throw me off the building? And why would I ever—why in the world would I ever do that?” I retorted, getting up from my seat.

“Because…I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars for today and I’ll let you go home early,” he bargained, avoiding the whole ‘off the building’ topic.

I pressed my fingers to my temple, “I’m drenched! I don’t look good, my shirt is probably see through—“

“--they’ve seen a bit worse in this room, trust me. Please, please do this for me,” he begged, and even pouted a little.

I put my head back, trying to avoid the puppy dog look. It didn’t work. “Fine, but don’t be in shock if I quit afterwards.”

“I'm ok with that.” He pointed a finger at me; his face a mask, “But you have to make this realistic, and believable. Or else you will find me extremely unhappy; an emotion you do not want me to have.”



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“When are they coming?” I asked for the third time.

David leaned on the opposite end of the couch, keeping his distance from me. I know he’s trying to avoid me because his arm is literally behind the couch. “I’m hoping that they see you, and they leave,” he replied, leaving me in shock that he actually answered me.

I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly getting a cold breeze. David clenched his jaw, and his eye twitched. “W-what?”

“Nothing, just stay back a little,” he mumbled, his voice sounding a bit different. “I’m…not feeling right all the sudden.”

“Are you going to throw up?” I scooted all the way to the end of the huge couch, then put a hand through my wet hair, brushing my long bangs back. I’m so glad I grew them out, or else my hair would look like crap right now. I leaned back on the couch, and started to play with my wet shirt. This is so redicu—

He man next to me muffled a loud curse, and clutched his stomach, he squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back onto the couch. “Not good!” he let out, as if he can’t breathe. I moved in, and reached a hand out. “Don’t touch me!” he screamed, and pushed his face away from me. He started to wheeze heavily, and tear at his shirt. He stood up walked to the middle of the room, and clawed at the tie at his neck. The office phone started to ring, and he clutched his ears as if it is too loud. “What are you doing?” I cried, standing up.

“Get out of here,” he growled his voice completely different. He unbuttoned some of the shirt, and ended up angrily ripping it off. My jaw dropped as he dropped to the floor, and started chanting in an unknown language. He suddenly stopped, rolled over onto his back, and put a hand to his stomach in pain. “Please break that thing!” he yelled, getting annoyed by the ring tone. I would too, it’s so creepy.

The phone continued to ring, and I frowned.What am I doing? I should be getting the hell out of here like he said! No, he needs help. "What's wrong with you? Should I call a hospital?" I asked, frantically getting up from the couch.

I walked around him to his desk, and picked up the cell phone. The lights suddenly dimmed until the room was completely black. “Hello—“The phone was taken out my hand, and roughly put back onto the receiver. I went to scream, and he motioned for me not too.

David put a finger to his lips, and pointed to the door. I motioned to his shirt, and he looked down. He brought his head back, and muttered a curse.

“If they see me like this I’ll never hear the end of it!” he whispered harshly to me, and walked over to the couch. I followed him, and watched him sit on the leather couch. “They’re probably five minute’s awa--“

“What the hell was that temper tantrum?” I questioned loudly, my hands on my hips.

“That doesn’t matter Faith! They will be here any minute and look at my shirt--"

I sat down on his lap, right in front of the broken buttons on his shirt. His lips quirked into a wide grin, and I gave his cheek a little slap. His face grew dangerously blank, and I motioned with a waggling finger for him not to try anything. “Shut up, I don’t have to be doing any of this.”

He gave me a dark look that reads: ‘Hey, remember that ‘I’ll throw you off the building thing’? I kind of want to do that right now.’ I stifled a laugh, and avoided his angry gaze. What is his problem it was a playful slap! “You have some anger issues,” I pointed out, still not looking at his face. For some reason something is telling me not to look in his eyes.



“David? Your appointment is entering the building now,” Carol’s voice echoed the room.

Entering the building? They must have cameras everywhere.

“Send them in when they get up!” he replied kind of loud, and right in my ear. The smell of mint filled my nose, and jalapeño chips. I tried to imagine his lips, and his jagged nose. But for some reason the image can’t register in my head.

Why?

“So how’s your first day of work been? Like seriously; how amazing am I?” he suddenly asked, his cool breath on my shoulder. I adjusted myself on his lap, ignoring him. “You can’t ignore me forever; they’ll be in here soon.”

“Amazing really, I love working with someone who makes me get them a sandwich they don’t want, stare at my chest the whole day, have a temper explosion, and then make me sit on their lap in a dark room; all in that very order,” I said matter a fact like, in the best believable voice ever.

“Aw, thanks little assistant,” he said dryly, making me fist my hands in my lap awkwardly. I have nowhere else to put my hands! “I’m glad you had an amazing first day, because it will definitely be your last day at the rate you’re acting.”

“I don’t like the way you said that,” I hissed, turning to his shadowed face. I can see the outline of his jaw, and his dark eyes.

“Oh and if they don’t believe you, I’ll personally throw you off the building,” he growled. I blinked, at the sudden change in his mood. “You don’t have to lie; I know I’m a great boss. Just make sure to put it on thick for these people, say how great I am.” “Yeah right! This was like my first day in Hell—“he pinched my side, and I turned to the door, “—o. How are you?” I finished, to the two people by the door.

“How suave of you,” David whispered with a hint of sarcasm. “



The two people at the door are both around thirty, well at least the woman is. The man is bald, has huge black eyes, and a suit on. He has no tattoos, but looks pretty scary. Why? Because he’s so strange looking I can’t pin point what he’s looking at. His whole eye looks black…

But the lady…she’s scary just because she’s so pretty. She has short black hair, and yellowish gold eyes. She’s ridiculously thin, and is wearing a dark dress. “We want to talk to you alone,” the woman started, her voice icy.

“I’m busy, as you can see,” he swiftly responded, motioning to me on the couch.

Why does he even need me to act? He’s doing perfectly fine.

“They left us a mess D, and we’re starting to get tired of them leaving their mess in the public area—“

“—I’m handling it, “David interrupted, his hands now clasped behind his back.

“Of course you are,” the woman sneered, “you are such a good influence for them— who is that?” she asked, now looking at me.

I shivered under her gaze, as both the man and woman stared at me. “She’s—“

“--I’m his assistant,” I finished, forgetting I was suppose to say ‘girlfriend.’

“Assistant?” the woman said slowly. “Well, well. I truly wish you a luck with that…” she trailed, asking for my name.

I searched the air for a name, “Hope.”

“Hope?”

“Yes, that’s my name,” I answered easily. Wow lying isn’t so bad.

Eek, if I just mentioned that I just thought that to my mother, she would have a heart attack.

“Hope what?” yellow eyed lady retorted, walking closer to me. “What is your last name?”

“So she can leave then?” The scary black eyed guy asked, changing the subject. “We have some business to attend too. Who cares about the girl, we can deal with her later. She has clearly seen too much,” he added, tilting his head at David.

He pushed me off of him roughly, and I scowled up at him. In the dim lighting I can see his shirt is back to normal.

Ok, that was definitely broken a moment ago.



David put a hand to his face, then moved it down slowly. His head tilted down to mine. My eyes widened at how scary he looks at the moment, “You heard him, leave," David barked. I got up slowly from the couch, feeling a heat wave radiating from David. He glared down at me, and I had to walk pretty close to him to leave. “I’ll get you when we’re done,” he bit out, and my heartbeat started to pound. That sounded a lot like a threat.

I should have just kept my mouth shut.

I stopped halfway to the door, noticing the two people are blocking the door. “What is she to you?” The woman asked, watching me with her yellow eyes.

“An assistant,” David answered quickly after.

She eyed me up and down, “Good, because we could really use someone like her in our…business.”

I heard a sigh, “She is mine.” I turned around, to see David casually with his hands in his pockets, his gaze on the two people at the door.

“What do you mean yours?” The man with the black eyes asked, making me jump a little. His voice comes out as if a microphone is attached to his lip. I moved away from them, against the wall.

David walked up to them, and they took a step back. “I mean, if you go near her you might want to watch your back. She works for me, and therefore not you.”

“We will tell Devin you have threatened us,” the woman snapped, looking very nervous. “She can work for who she chooses.”

“Are you really that dumb to think that me threating someone is new? I could care less what you tell Devin,” he mocked, “ How stupid of you two to show up, I expected worse. Get the hell out of here before I call my guards.”

The woman gave me one last glare, and opened the door to leave. “You should feel un-lucky you are not leaving with us, Hope.”

I stayed against the wall, completely confused. It’s just a job! What is wrong with these people?

She slammed the door behind her, and 'Big Black Eyes’ followed her.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, and turned to face my Boss. “What the hell was—“ Where is he? My eyes roamed around the room, from the couch to his desk. “David?” I asked the empty room. Another loud crack of thunder echoed the office, and my head snapped to the windows. A slow crawling idea found it's way up my leg, and into my brain.

I suddenly feel as if I just put myself back to the top of someones priority list.