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At first, the dream was a normal day at the carnival. A memory I still owned from the beginning years of my life.

I had absoltely no control over the dream.

I sat in the stands with my Mother and Father sat on the right side of me with large bags of popcorn and cotton candy. Mr. Wiggles sat on my right because he had insisted he sit on the edge encase any of the acts decided to climb up the stairs and try and scare me.

In the dream I could see I was obviously asking for it. Something scary was bound to happen, right?

An assortment of voices echoed off the walls of the massive yellow and red stripped tent, making me feel even smaller than I appeared to be in the dream. A man with a very heavy New York accent boomed through the circus tent. “And now…ladies and gentlemen without further adieu….I give you…”

I pulled at the cotton candy and lifted the huge chunk to my mouth, anticipation making my legs swing back and forth on the huge bleaches we sat on. I could wait to see what would happen but couldn’t quite grasp the whole meaning of a ‘Circus’. Before I could realize what was happening the lights completely turned off and a spotlight maneuver so it shown against random bodies of people, circling the tent until it stopped in the middle of the ring.

Nobody was there except for a pig dressed in a top hat and a bow on its curled tail. The audience burst into laughs, including myself.

“No, no!” a voice scolded to my left. “Come on, seriously? We rehearsed this for seven years straight!”

The light jerked in the direction of the voice, bathing the person in a light so bright I had to look towards the person it covered so I wouldn’t become blind.

"Well, well." He straightened his jacket as he became in the spotlight and flashed us all a flirty smile. “ Hello audience! How are you tonight?” he held the microphone to the audience so we could all say ‘Good’ in unison. But before we could answer fire blazed from the ring silencing us all. The ring master covered his nose with his fingers before his eyes darted to the ring as it lit up in flames once again. “HEY WAIT YOUR TURN!” he yelled at the ring, making the audience burst into laughs.

My tiny jaw dropped at the sight of the man. The first thing that caught my eye was the skull makeup that was perfectly masked along his face like a layer of skin. A long both sides of his jaw, a large portion around both eyes, and lines along his lips were a black coloring. His eyes were a shade of black, the color of the ocean under a cold moon, and were slightly narrowed like a snake. He had a well tailored suit with black slacks and a red over coat. The overcoat seemed to be made of some sort of velvet and matched the color of his crimson tie.

“Who’s up for some…magic before the show?” he asked the audience, his voice overpowering the whispers of the audience. His makeup and height were extremely intimidating and I couldn’t help but continue to watch him.

At my stare he turned to me and knelt. “Hello sweetheart, what’s your name?” he asked me, putting the microphone to my mouth after he spoke.

“Faith,” I said shyly, my tiny voice and blush making the audience “Aw.”

“Do you want to see a magic trick, Faith?” I nodded and he eagerly motioned for me to take his hand. I took it, my small hand looking microscopic next to his large gloved one.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered.

I closed them.

“Count to ten.”

“I’m scared,” I admitted, tears threatened to pour out of my closed eyes.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised, his voice sounding so assuring that I let go of the furry hand of Mr. Wiggles I had firmly grasped in my right palm.

I counted, but got stuck at seven when wind tore hungrily at my skin. My eyes burst open at the pain and I was no longer in the Circus, but in the ring. I looked around the large audience, stunned that I had re-appeared in the ring. My eyes lifted to the tall figure next to me still holding my hand.

“That wasn’t that bad, was it?”

After a few moments of taking in the shocking scene, peopled hadn’t cheered, or thrown popcorn at the ring. They were silent, utterly, undeniably silent.

They were all dead.

I stayed frozen, my eyes still glued to the man next to me. I pulled my hand out of his heated grasp right when he slowly opened the tailored lapel of his coat and pulled out Mr. Wiggles, a large grin glued onto his skull-painted face. His teeth were now sharp at the ends like fangs, his eyes a bright, horrifying green.

As I backed away I fell against some sort of fabric. It fluttered around me like a white veil, constricting me like a snake. I fought against it, and found myself growing, and changing from a smaller girl to a nineteen year old young lady. The curtain blackened and I backed up more in the suffocating fabric until I fell onto my back, staring up at the disorienting circus tent. The fabric stilled, and the skull-painted face appeared upside down on top of my view. From up close I could see a silver lip ring that seemed to glint even in the dark lighting, and a small piercing along his left eyebrow. At my stare his face grew serious and his features changed until he his jaw and eyes looked too perfect to be real.

I tried to speak up. A velvety voice ended any of my protests. “See you soon, Faith-a-roo.”

He gripped the fabric around me, tugging at the concrete material with ease. The fabric was wrapped around my head and secured over my nose and mouth. I struggled helplessly against the clothing until falling into darkness.

I woke up screaming, my black, curled hair all over my face in frizzy twists, my blouse hitched up to my bra, and my mouth smothered in a familiar vanilla-scented fabric that could only be a Devin & Co waiting room chair.

Oh and not to mention, there were costumers in the seats next to me that thought I was completely psychotic, and four business partners of David decided to enter the room with their expensive blackberry’s.

You can predict what they did with their cameras.

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When I woke up from the strange circus dream I became angry with myself all over again. The men flashed their lenses at me and still in a fog from the strange nightmare, I let them. More workers walked in and started to laugh at my situation. Seconds passed before I saw Carol run around her desk and block me from their view. People whispered at my appearance and continued to record my half naked self on the floor.

I looked down at my blouse to see the two buttons towards the top had completely broken off as if I clawed at them in my sleep.

How did I manage to unbutton my shirt? Why didn’t anyone wake me up?! Two pairs of high heels held their ground in front of me and the receptionist I had thought nothing more of then an old lady showed her true colors. “KNOCK IT OFF! ALL OF YOU! GET BACK TO WORK!” She pointed at each the men continuing to gawk on me on the floor, “YOU ESPECIALLY OR I’LL SPEAK TO DEVIN MYSELF YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SCUM!”

The room went silent.

“You go girl!” I blurted from underneath my hand. Had that really just happened? Even I cringed at the power of the little old ladies voice and gave her all of my attention.

I pulled down my blouse and quickly stood up. The man straightened and hurried out of the waiting room. The door closed with a slam, leaving myself, and five other people still trying to register what Carol had just accomplished.

“Are you ok, Darling?” Carol asked, returning to her normal self. Every single person in the waiting room had hidden themselves in a magazine. I had to force myself not to do the same because what she had done was downright scary.

She had scared off six grown men, that could had easily lifted her up with one hand and toss her across a football field! And she hadn’t even used a gun!

I tried to take a deep breath to get rid of the massive blush that had stained my cheeks. “Remind me to use Devin as a threat,” I said, while attempting to button my shirt up.

“I’ll get it you’re just making it worse!” she said between laughs. She smacked my hand away and attempted to lift up blouse to cover my chest better “Oh geez, young ladies these days were the tightest clothing. Aren’t you supposed to wear a camisole with this, Honey?”

I pouted, as she tried to pull the material over my chest. For the people around me it just looked like I was fat. “It’s not going to work, the buttons are broken.” She brushed a stray gray hair from her stylish bun and put her hand to her chin as if she was debating something. “Follow me I’ll find you something.”

“Oh? Ok---“

Before I could protest, Carol hauled me into David’s freezing cold office as if my weight was equivalent to an ant, and sat me down on a leather couch.. “Read a magazine,” she told me briefly, before pressing a button the wall.

I nodded and nervously smoothed down my skirt. The last time I had been in his office was when we fought. I had to force myself this morning to come to work because I figured if I stayed at home I would go mad with all of the thoughts that raced through my skull. I refused to think about the strange dream at the market and the deal my Mother supposedly made with the hooded man.



“Up,” Carol demanded, snapping me out of my thoughts. In an instant she tore the blouse off of me and left me sitting next to the coffee table with my bra on.

This would be a nice scene to walk in on, I thought to myself.

I uncrossed and re-crossed my legs, attempting miserably to occupy myself. For the moment I would pretend that strange night ever happened. I could do that...right? I crossed my arms over my chest and just happened to move my gaze to the corner of the room

A camera.

I froze underneath the hidden lens that robotically moved back and forth across the room. “A camera,” I huffed from under my breath.

I crossed my arms over my chest in embarrassment. “Um, Carol? What if ‘you know who’walks in, or what if he sees the video in that camera?!”

“Then he sees you in your bra,” she said simply with a shrug. “It’s not like you’re flaunting your goods in his face!”

I frowned. “Carol!”

She laughed. “He’s seen bras before, Darling,” she pointed out, holding a black button down shirt in her hands. “He won’t gawk.”

I let that soak into my mind as I walked over the massive water despenser in the corner of David’s office and began filling a large Styrofoam cup.

I couldn’t help but feel a ping of jealousy. How many woman had he exactly ‘taken into his office’? What did his girlfriend look like? Did I even have a chance? I suddenly felt a coldness on my skirt and let out a yelp. The water had overflowed and poured all over my tan skirt. “Oh wow!” I said, holding the cup out in front of me as the top teetered and tottered against the edge. Carol saw my struggle and pointed frantically at the desk at the end of the room, while holding a stack full of clothes.

“Oh, gosh! Go look on his desk for a tissue!”

I quickly ran to David’s giant desk and searched for some sort of tissue. Of course halfway there Itriped and fell face first into the carpet, spilling the water conveniently all over my hair. “Oh hell no!” I struggled to stand up, and flipped my hair over in anger. By the strange feeling of my shoes, both of my heel had snapped off.

“What was that?” Carol questioned from far away. I had concluded she was inside of the closet.Was she really having that much trouble find me a t-shirt?

I bit my lip to suppress a scream as I noticed there was yet another camera by David’s desk.

“God, help me,” I muttered, as I did a once over of my Boss’ desk. Since there was nothing but his expensive laptop I stayed far away from it as possible and opened the first drawer.

All there was a letter opener, a bunch of pens, and a notebook. I groaned and squatted on the ground to search the bottom drawer.

No tissues.

As I closed the drawer I noticed a small shimmer from underneath his desk. At first I was going to ignore it but at second glance the object looked out of place, underneath his desk. I got on my knees and patted down the dark area under his desk.

“Why…isn’t she wearing a shirt?” a deep voice grumbled.

I jumped up so fast it was clear I had my hand in the cookie jar. “OOOF!” My head went up and hit the hard wooden surface of the desk. “Ow, ow, ow,” I whimpered as I slowly got out from under the desk.

I could feel a set of brown eyes grazed over my bare skin, only to quickly check to see if Carol was looking. When he saw she was still digging through his closet he whispered in the driest tone, “I approve of this new..uniform.”

My eyes widened as I tugged his laptop out from its place and held it to my chest. I continued to avoid his 'approving' gaze.

Even though I had originally used the excuse that he was just ‘adorable’ and had a ‘baby face’ I knew better than to think I had any feelings for him. He wasn’t exactly my type, and I knew that, for instance, the rebellious tattoo on his cheek and the scar above his left eyebrow. What was he in the mafia? Not to mention the shaggy brown hair he was too lazy to cut that practically covered his melted chocolate brown eyes. Hello? Get a freaking haircut before I run home and get some hedge clippers!

And don’t even get me started on his buttons on his shirt that he always has undone towards the top when he gets exhausted after a client and the way he bites his lip when I’m talking and all he wants to say is, “Faith, shut the hell up, “because that just pisses me off.

But then there are those days that his hair looks windblown-good and his cheeks are slightly flushed when he sips his coffee and I seem to forget about everything else in the….

I forced myself to look up at him and boy, did my jaw drop to the ground.

Why? Well, that’s when I realized his hair was blonde.

“HOLY CRAP YOU’RE HAIR IS BLONDE!” I blurted, covering my mouth quickly after and mumbling under my hand, "So blonde!"

Why do I blurt everything I think?

He pouted a little at my outburst and shyly looked at the ground. “It’s uh—it’s my natural hair...I stripped the color. You don't like it?”

I continued to stare at his hair as if I was introduced to an alien from outer space. Instead of the long shaggy hair that was over his eyes, his hair was cropped right above his ears, still allowing the small curls that were there before wrap around his ears. His hair towards the top of his head seemed to defy gravity, and looked perfectly sculpted over his forehead like a model right out of a magazine.

I realized his mouth had stopped moving and he was staring at me as if I was crazy. Well, I would do the same if the person I was talking to was looking at me like a piece of juicy bubble gum. “What did you say?” I asked, my cheeks heating even more in the freezing-cold room.

“Yeah, not repeating all of that. You ok?” he asked slowly, before taking a sip of his coffee. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed making my demanding eyes roam over his wide shoulders and then back up to his slightly pink lips.

“Sorry I was um…just thinking about something.”

Am I ok? AM I OK? Oh yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Except something that happens to be six foot who-knows-he’s-so-tall and now totally has the surfer look I’ve been looking for is standing right in front of me-- now come over here and give me some sugar!

I put my hand to my forehead. Wow, I seriously need a boyfriend.

“I agree, maybe you won't be so demanding when you speak to me,” he said, with a small smile.Crap! I said that all out loud? This is what happens when I don’t get my six hours of sleep! Whoa--wait a minute! I am SO not demanding!

He put a hand in his pocket and sipped his coffee once again, as if waiting for something.

“I assume you want your laptop back?”

He nodded.

“And I also assume you could care less if I’m half naked and just want a shirt before I hand it to you so I can have at least have some dignity?”

He nodded once again, allowing small dimples to appear on his cheeks as he held in laughter. I removed the laptop with a scowl over my face. So what if he was cute? He could at least let me put a shirt on!

He didn’t seem to look at my chest again, but gave me a solid wink and said, “You truly look nice today, Faith. Better than usual at least.”

“Just had to add the last part, didn't you?" I growled, semi-hiding my exposed skin behind his desk. "You truly look nice today, Faith. Better than usual at least. Blah,” I mocked under my breath in my impersonation of his husky voice. I took a step closer to him as he slowly retreated to the end of the room and added, "Well, you look like a banana got bored and splattered over your head,” I mumbled bitterly.

He stopped abruptly and leaned in until our noses almost touched. “You like my hair and let's face it, I'm super sexy brunette or blonde, don’t lie.”

I snorted. Little conceited bastard. "Actually, I don’t like the color yellow.”

David arched his back away from me and let out a fake bark of laughter, before sticking his pink tongue out at me. “Har-har, you’re just so funny—“

“David, is that you, honey? I swear this closet is the biggest mess I have ever seen! How do you not get lost?” Carol’s voice chimed from the opposite end of the room. She backed out of the closet, bent over as if she had something heavy in her arms. “You better not be teasing Faith, her and I are trying to get a decent outfit picked out. She seemed to of spill a little—“

He gave me a dirty look from where he plopped onto the couch and spat, “She’s not wearing any of my clothes. I let her borrow a rain jacket just the other day and she tore it two new sleeves!”

Carol dropped the pile of clothes onto his lap her eyes narrowed at his lazy position. “Oh yes she is,Blondie or else I’m forcing you to clean out that mini-closet again,” she said, turning her back so she could go back into the mess of a closet she came out of. "I mean seriously, Honey! The whole point of this mini-closet is so you can keep a few items here not your whole wardrobe!"

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as David stared at the pile of clothes on his lap.

He shot me a glare and whispered so only I could hear, “I’m making you wear something ugly so I’d shut your trap.”

I tried not to look stunned as he lifted a button down from the pile, along with grey sweatpants. “Keep them I know pink is your favorite color,” he said, his eyes filled with amusement. “Sorry, I have a girlfriend I can’t have you flaunting around here in something…” His hand motioned to my chest, “revealing.”

I hated pink with a burning passion, but I wouldn’t let him get the pleasure of my screaming in his face, “YOUR FACE WILL BE PINK AFTER A PUNCH IT IN!!”

But no, I forced an Emmy-award- winning smile, and gently took the shirt from his firm grasp. I even gave him a believable, “Thank you," afterwards.

Carol stood up and held one of the shirts in the air, as if to measure me from ten feet away. “Oh don’t make her wear that. If only she were larger maybe she would fit in your damn quarter-back shirts.” I couldn’t help but giggle as she stretched out the chest of a Chicago Bear football jersey and said, “He’s such an inner fatty that David, he eats more than nine horses after a race!”

David grunted and patted his flat stomach with a serious face and said like a caveman, “David like food.” “Yes you do,” Carol chirped as if talking to a child, while patting his blonde head affectionately. He seemed to be a little flustered afterwards and tried to comb his hair back into place with his fingers.

I smacked my Boss slightly on the head when he turned to watch me dress. “Don’t look.”

“Wasn’t planning on—“

I threw the pink shirt at David’s head and quickly slipped the baggy Chicago Bear’s jersey over my head as well as the grey sweatpants and kicked off my broken heels. Carol gave me a look of approval before smacking the spot on David’s head where the pink shirt lay and briskly walking out of the room.

What could I say? David was just a 'smackable' person.

I awkwardly stood behind David as he slowly peeled the shirt off of his head, stood up, locked his brown eyes on mine and said, “That’s my favorite jersey.”

“I’m sure it is.”

A frown. “I don’t want you wearing it.”

"And...."

"And... I don't want you wearing it!"

“Too bad.”

He threw his arms up in exasperation. “Are you going to give it back at least?”

I pulled at the hem of the jersey in thought, and took in the warmth of the sweatpants. I quickly came to my conclusion.“Nope.”

“Then what’s the point of ‘borrowing’ it?”

“There isn’t. You’re lucky I even came to work today after what you said to me, you inconsiderate jerk.”

Ironically, he jerked one of his eyebrows up when I said ‘jerk.' He also began to burn a mini hole into my forehead with his puppy dog eyes. Yes, that is possible. "I don't like you."

"I assure you, the feeling is mutual."

The cute little face melted off like sunscreen that just can't stand the water, and he narrowed his eyes at me. He shot back, “Who knew so much bitch, could be in that little body.” Before I could unhinge my jaw at the whole 'little' comment, he calmly took his coffee off the table, whistled, and plopped down in his giant leather office chair.

I couldn’t help but glance at the small spot under his desk where the object I had almost discovered still glimmered.