Beep...beep...beep...
Thump.
Crack.
Talia was still in the daze of her dream as the girl's love of the life was just about to give her a kiss, and then let her eat itself. Red velvet pastry was just about to touch her lips and it got knocked down by the blurry force.
She abruptly sat up as she realized something. It was a horrible dream according to her. She believed that food should be dumped only into the mouth. But the condition being that food must be tasty. She could break thousands of another alarm clocks for that dream.
"Oh shit. Oh shit. I'm totally doomed..." She haphazardly stood up and rushed to the bathroom to get dressed. It was already 7.50 am. and she had to head to the work at 9.00 am. It would take almost an hour to get ready and have a decent breakfast. She could not give less than cent per cent to her looks.
The girl was surely a beautiful one as she hurriedly put on her bathrobe after having a quite fast and furious shower. Her long raven black hair swirled around her pale but not sickeningly pale heart shaped face. On which, there was not even a trace of strictness, or a hardened feature to help her through this everyday routine.
She combed her silky, straight hair and folded it into a tight bun. Due to this routine she could not even style her hair, but thank the Lord that they grow evenly. And she had to use coconut or almond oil at first, to stick her bangs and flicks inside the bun. And so that the growth of her hair became steady and healthy. And her hair became even shinier than before, because of the nutritions of the oil and lack of pollution to be reached under the wig.
She hurriedly put on the jet black wig and then made sure to stich it perfectly, so that it cannot fall off on the slightest amount of tugging.
The foundation and councillor she used were actually very supportive today. She was not a biggest fan of make up but she knew her choices and style. She used the both to make her features look hard and contoured, and then put on the black rectangular computer glasses. After being satisfied with the result, she binded her chest with a tight vest and an elastic flat bra. Even though she had very voluptuous asset, the amount of bind on that hid the curves and made it look like manly muscles.
She threw on her working clothes. Navy dress pants and white button up shirt with navy matching blazer with the company logo broach pinned on the right side of the chest.
"Oh no. Save me, oh greatness. That bitter chilli will kill me." Talia shrieked while putting on the polished black dress shoes. The digital clock read : 8.48 am.
It usually took 15 minutes to reach the main high-rise building of Canmore Inc. And she was in habit of reaching on time or before, as to not be noticed. But today was different. The constant scowl was marred on her beautiful (oops) *cough*, handsome face.
She hurriedly threw open the door of her Renault KWID. Talia knew that if she was lucky enough today, she would reach on time, if not for much traffic.
She passed and overtook the other cars and skidded through the ocean of cars as this was the pick hour, and everyone was in hurry. She glanced at her wrist, in the digital wrist watch and her present scowl deepened. It read : 8.57 am.
She parked her car in the basement. No. She shoved through the parking gate which was not fully opened and stopped down in the basement.
"Hey. HEY. Gentleman, stop. STOP. I'V TO CHE-" The guard ran behind the car but the slope came in his way. But then he recognized the car and shook his head with a slight smile.
"Always punctual." he mumbled while heading back into his cabin.
Talia ran to the basement elevator while adjusting the backpack and the ID card at the same time.
She stumbled to the elevator, just as it was about to close.
"Oh fu*k. NO." She shrieked rather loudly.
A hand stopped the doors to connect and the doors opened themselves wide for her. She was stunned as her eyes widened seeing the person who had helped her. But she quickly composed herself. She entered the elevator soundlessly while eyeing that person. He was also staring at her in amusement, as his eyes conveyed the mirth aside from the usual coldness.
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He was observing this young lad while he was busy in not getting late. He found his movements rather graceful while he skidded the car in the parking space. It was like, a drop of the water in desert, as he had left those acts long time ago. The thrill and kick in the racing was, it was not in any alcohol or drug (not that he had even tried). The only thrill aside from speed, for him was, profit and deals. He found the same or even more thrill in cracking the deals and making success.
The lad was lanky. but his face was quite handsome. his angular features were very sharp and contoured. The outfit looked well fitted on his frame. His expressions but, were so amusing, he chuckled. He actually chuckled genuinely.
The lad stumbled out from the car and kicked the door close. He straightened his blazer and started to walk. But then remembered something. His face animatedly turned to that of horror. And slapped his own forehead. But the the slap was more hard then he intended, as the sound of it echoed throughout the parking lot.
"Ouch." The boy winced while humphing he stomped to the car and unlocked it and retrieved his backpack from the passenger seat.
It was comical as the young lad glanced at his watch and read the time. The look of pure horror illuminated his face. The glasses were on the verge of slipping off his nose as his nose scrunched and his mouth gaped open. A course of laugh rumbled through his chest as he continued observing the lad. He had paused the elevator for so long, just to observe him. So, he decided to play some more. He pressed the button to reach his floor. The elevator doors started to close on the accord.
"Oh fu*k. NO." He heard his voice calling out. Struck by the voice he complied and stopped the doors from closing.
Upon seeing him the young lad's eyes widened, but surprisingly, for him, the lad quickly composed himself and nodded in gratitude towards him.