'I'm sorry I'm not sure I heard you correctly, what did you say?' I ask for almost the 100 time. my ears seems to be having the problem of passing the message to my headphone stop because after all this was not a message I wanted to be conveyed. it wasn't something I wanted to deal with. that man give me the creeps. and the imagination of him wanting to talk to me alone scares me more than anything else.
'Mr Joseph Montero is downstairs. he would like to speak to you.' the security guard repeats causing me to freeze on the spot. he was here. That man was here he wanted to talk to me? I couldn't help but wonder what it was about. what he would tell me. because I'm scared. I honestly am. but I still manage to smile. glancing down at my body as I realise that there was no sense in changing what I was wearing at the current moment.
