She wore a red dress and yellow shoes. I looked at her in some sort of twisted admiration, hating her yet liking her so much I would give up my life for her. She strutted down the hallway like she owned the place, which she did. I had hardly known her for a few days but she made me spellbound with that confidence. The way she ate. That way she spoke. The way she laughed. For some absurd reason, she reminded me of someone. To be more precise, someone that had died a long time ago.
They told me her name was Belinda. She had introduced herself before the meeting. That too full of charm and charisma. I didn’t remember. I felt like I was in some sort of trance, paralyzed, not able to think or speak, as I saw her mouth move forming words that were unintelligible to me. All I cared about was that dress……it was the same one my best friend had worn to her funeral.
It crept me out. As soon as she left, the trance broke, shaking me back to this reality, a world where my best friend was no longer there. A world that was utterly meaningless.
“ Hey, you okay?” someone tapped me shoulder gently. I turned behind violently as I was not used to any sort of interaction. Most of our coworkers had returned to work as soon as she had left. They were hardworking people, I have to admit. Not like me.
“ You don’t seem that good. You look constipated” the one who tapped me o the shoulder declared. She had frizzy pink hair with blue roots and red fringes. Her hair was so curly that she had a pen tangled in the back and she probably didn’t know. Her dress attire was….well lets just say abnormal. ‘It looked like she had closed her eyes and picked out an outfit ‘I thought as I judged her red combat boots, Yellow jacket with pink jeans\bellbottoms.
“ Hey, you there??” she spoke again and waved her hand in my face. I felt slightly irritated at her concern. What did she want from me? She was not there when I had actually needed emotional support.
“What do you want?” I muttered harshly. I wanted to be left alone with my mood.
“ Nothing. Just the files you have been working on. Also an umbrella. Its pouring outside.”
I had not noticed the climate till now. I looked outside the huge windows, with the half shut blinds. The girl tottered over and pushed up the blinds. It was indeed raining outside. The entire sky was gray. Thunder boomed as lightning flashed, illuminating the whole room. Everything flew around with the flow of the wind, paper and magazines held a party in the air. The wind was seriously strong.
“I hope you do have an umbrella, Blue Jay. Its gonna be really dark.”
No one knew my spy name in this company.
At that exact moment, the lights went out.
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