Denzel walked out of the dressing room clad in a light-brown suit. It was perfectly tailored to his body that it never wrinkled nor awkwardly fitted him. It was simply a fantastic piece of wearable art, though his face showed otherwise.
As he gazed upon the mirror, he stared at himself. He was handsome, well-built, filled with charm, and, important of all, rich. No women would resist being his bride, so he questioned himself if men were different. The past six months was just a rotating cycle of working and thinking. He had no peace whatsoever.
He stared keenly into the mirror, ignoring the nervousness that surrounded the place because of his unusual behavior. His eyes shifted from his strong eyebrows to his dreamy eyes then to his luscious lips. Frankly, he had remembered that time when he caught his secretary kissing his brother.
Still, he hadn't opened that damned envelope because he was terrified to face the truth that a mere paper established. The day when Shawn didn't show up was the day he's supposed to give up finding answers, yet here he was, still anticipating the day when he will come back with sandwiches and coffee in his hands.
"This is good," he said. His voice quivered a bit, but none of it mattered because they all sighed in relief.
"W-We're glad to hear it," the manager said with his kinky voice.
Denzel did not bat an eye nor acknowledge the man as he simply returned to the dressing room to change. This is the fifth time since that day, he thought. When he went out, he gave back the clothes and paced the way to his car, still not saying any word.
They returned to the office peacefully with no trouble. Denzel blankly stared at the crumpled envelope and thought that the paper inside might've been crinkled too. He touched it for a brief moment before returning to his work.
"Should I just find him?"
It was all quiet until a woman of high stature barged into the office. She was extremely fashionable yet peculiar—Alexandra. She skipped along the maze-like floor before resting herself on Denzel's desk.
"Mind your manners."
"Oh, Denzel, you've been working too much these days that you forgot about the launch event."
Denzel shifted his gaze. "I frankly remember that it was scheduled for tomorrow."
"Exactly!" Alexandra let out an obnoxious laugh as she kept teasing Denzel. When all the fun was gone, Alexandra asked Denzel if he read the document she'd given a long time ago. Denzel shook his head.
"Then why can't you allow me to find him for you? You clearly were taken-a back when he disappeared six months ago."
"It's all because of that b*stard."
Alexandra paused. "Who?"
Denzel did not reply instead, he continued doing paperwork while asking Alexandra to go away. She whined like a kid for a bit, but then left in utter disbelief. Denzel sighed as he felt nothing but exhaustion. There were too many unfinished work being delivered to his doorstep. Because of a combination of tiredness and distractions, his papers piled up like blocks that measured past him. He suddenly wished that he could just close his eyes and wake up from this tiring and repetitive dream.