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Haha...so i really wrote this quick chapter because someone requested I do so for their birthday (Dedication) (Happy Birthday! :DDD). I've never really done this before when people requested, but I felt like writing for this book so I did it anyways XD!

~There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for. ~Give me a sign, I want to believe ~He senses something called a desperation

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Why am I not home? I asked myself for the eightieth time as I organized David’s humongous stack of papers. David, having an important client, literally pushed me into the vacant office, told me to file the stack of papers on the desk and then told me quote, “If I can hear you from the waiting room chit-chatting with Carol again, I’m tossing you out of the damn window head first.”

“You say the sweetest things,” I replied coolly, staring at the twelve foot something stack of paper on the mahogany desk.

He’s such a Debbie downer.

I yanked up the long sweatpants and took a large gulp of the diet iced tea I stole from David’s mini-fridge hidden next to his water cooler. There was only one left, and since I had agreed on staying a few more hours—I matters into my own hands, literally.

I knew how much David loved his precious iced-teas and sugary latte’s after a client. He said he got a ‘Sugar low’ from bargaining so much with loans. When I asked him if he had some sort of disease like diabetes in a caring way, he said:

“Mind your own freaking business, Miss Williams.”

Miss Williams.

Ooh, how that poked at my nerves with a sharp needle.

Miss Williams do this, Miss Williams do that, Miss Williams get your head out of your butt and tell Carol to tell Margaret to tell Devin that I’m staying late again and not to lock up.

Ok, maybe that last one was a bit specific.

It wasn’t just the way he was speaking to me today, it was the way his whole personality. It seemed…off. For instance, how he brushed me off numerous times that day and said my butt was massive in his sweatpants.

Who says that to a girl?

“I hate working for a man,” I muttered bitterly. “They’re always so predominating in everything they do.”

As I was filing another set of paper I heard a soft tap. I stood frozen, listening for the noise again and found it was coming from the giant cabinet in the other side of the room. That can’t be…

The door handle jiggled like the person inside was trying to figure out how to open it. I slowly made my way to the office door, my lips shaking. You have to be kidding me!

The handle stopped moving, and the door opened with a creek.

That’s when the spiders began to crawl out.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and dove for the office door, my heart in my throat. I pulled it open, whipped my head around at the cabinet right when it started to open, and ran out of the room and--

--Collided face-first into David Star’s sheetrock of a chest.

I fell backwards onto the floor, clutching my nose and stunned.

“Um….what the fu--OW?” David said, at his chest. “Listen bony-nose, if you’re trying out for the football team I think you’re a little…under—“he stopped, seeing me staring at the dark cabinet where moments before I saw hundreds of spiders. “What’s wrong?” he finally asked. “Are you ok? Your nose is bleeding…”

I kept my hand on my throbbing nose when I crawled in his direction and muffled, “Spider!”“

“Spider?”

“Spider!”

He looked down at me with amusement filled in his eyes. “Spider.”

I removed my hand from my nose. “YES DAVID, SPIDER. THE DISGUSTING, HAIRY CREATURES THAT ARE DISGUSTING…AND—“

“And disgusting,” he interrupted, crossing his arms. He stepped into the office and stopped when he got to the cabinet. “Hmm…I see. And what do you want me to do about this…” he put quotes around the word as he finished with, “Hairy creature.”

“KILL IT! SQUISH IT! DO SOMETHING!”

"How about I put it in your mouth?"

"You aren't putting ANYTHING in my mouth!" I stood up quicker than a hamster hyped up, and running in a plastic ball and pressed myself against the archway of the door. “What is it? Is it big? IT'S BIG, ISN'T IT!"

David chuckled. "That's what she said."

"TOTALLY NOT THE TIME, DAVID!"

"Keep your voice down, geeze." He stared down at the contents of the cabinet and laughed. He knelt down and stuck his hand into the cabinet. “Umm….wow this is one scary spider," he said sarcastically. "Really funny, Faith, I knew my mood was bad today and I needed cheering up, but this is just...not funny."

“Funny?” I put my hand on my forehead, feeling slightly woozy. Was he really going to take the spider out and throw it at me? “Please just—“

He stood up, holding a teddy bear in his hand. As I took in the sight of the teddy bear my stomach contents seemed to threaten to heave upwards and I leaned against the wall for support. The fur was a light brown it’s one eye was just as deformed as it was the last time I saw it

I could spot that thing from a mile away.

Mr. Wiggles, dressed in a miniature grim reapers outfit, scythe and all.

David laughed. “Is this for me or something? Why does it have a robe on and a knife?”

“It’s not for you,” I managed.

“Then why did you make me look in the cabinet?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“This is really…yeah this is just strange.” David shook the thing in front of him and made a face. “There’s something uh…in it. It feels too heavy.”

“I’m not touching it,” I croaked out. “You look.”

He held the thing out to me “I’ll pass. There could be a bomb.”

“I’m not touching it!” I screamed, a little louder than I expected.

David looked a little taken aback. “It’s just a teddy bear…”

He turned the thing around to look at its back, as my heart beat faster than a Cheetah running a marathon with some really fat Zebras.

I made a mental note of what all of the possibilities were of something popping out of there and clawing David’s face off.

It was a really long list.

Before I could say anything, David unzipped the back of the bear and dug into the small compartment. His eyes lit up as if he got something and he pulled out a thick piece of paper. “Well, no need for you to worry about a letter bomb. It’s for me.”

He gave me a tight smile and undid the paper until it was half the size of a large poster board. His chocolate eyes skimmed over the words once—twice, and then he pulled the paper away and stared at the bear. He scratched his head and threw the letter and the bear onto the desk then put his hands on his hips.

“What does it say?”

He threw his arms up and retrieved the poster. “Dearest…. David,” he cleared his throat. “Please read this out loud and make sure anyone that is listening knows I mean business. Lay off my Cupcake, or I’ll slit your throat with that black letter opener I spotted on your fancy-smancy desk, tear your limbs off one by one, and feed your head into a paper shredder, all in one motion. Capiche?” He stopped reading and frowned before he continued. “Give the bear to someone who isn’t you, you worthless piece of scum. Have an excellent life; I’ll be waiting for you afterwards. Much love and fatal kisses your friendly neighborhood fatality, Death.”

When David stopped reading he scrubbed his jaw and gave me a long look, before letting out a short laugh, walking over to the desk and clenching Mr. Wiggles in his hand. “Yeah...that was really awkward to read out loud, wasn’t it? I'm going to have to talk to security and look at the surveillance camera's, too see who did it.”

I nodded, unable to speak. I knew exactly what he would see. Or what I wouldn't see.

David laughed.“This is actually going to sound really weird, and I’m probably going to regret saying this afterwards. But this letter a lot less crazy then some naked fan-mail I’ve got one time from some twenty five year old obese woman who thinks I’m hot.”

I groaned, feeling a little bit better that he at least didn't take it seriously. "You know, I really didn't need that image."

He widened his eyes, retreaved the poster and brushed passed me. "Same here."



THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE CHAPTER.