I wrote this a long time ago, and I figured I might as well post it (:
Enjoy!
Ivan sat at the top of the building, his legs dangling over the edge. A bottle of Vodka held loosely in one hand, a cigarette in the other. He leaned his head back against the vent, not bothering to look down. He was smart enough to know that in the state he was in, everything looked possible. He was probably going to try and fly if he saw how far off the ground he really was. Sighing, he brought the cigarette back up to his mouth and inhaled the smoke into his lungs.
All he ever did was work, and no one seemed to appreciate it from him. Of course, that was typical. No one ever liked the boss of a company. But he wouldn't mind it if at least one person looked pass that. He really wasn't as mean as everyone claimed he was.
The sound of the exit door opening broke his reverie, but he didn't turn to the sound. It was probably just one of his Co-workers asking him to come down from there, that there were papers that had to be signed. He ignored the noise of the shoes on top of cement walking toward him
"Mr. Braginski?" A small timid voice cut through the silence, and he looked up slightly. He had to really remember who this was. Alfred? No, he looked like Alfred, but his hair was longer. He turned back to look out at the city.
"Yes?"
"I'm uh, I'm Matthew W-Williams…"
The name rang a bell. But Ivan shrugged it off. He was probably just asking for a raise.
"Sir…isn't it dangerous? Shouldn't you…get down?" Matthew suggested, his voice becoming quieter as if he were warning himself to stop talking.
"Why? What's it to you?" Ivan suddenly snarled out, letting the Vodka take over. Today hadn't been a good day; then again there was never a good day for him. He didn't want someone asking for a raise just to sugarcoat it all, "It's not like I'm going to give you a raise or anything."
"Ah! No—I mean, I wouldn't mind a raise, but," Matthew began speaking quicker, "I was just really concerned, b-because my Co-workers said that you come up here, and I just wanted to see if you were okay, and…yeah…"
After a moment, Ivan turned his head and stared up at Matthew. The kid had a face that was so red, Ivan wanted to hold a red crayon up to his face to see which was darker. He snorted and turned away.
"Concerned? About me? Your evil boss? I'd doubt it. I know that you agree with Gilbert like everyone else whenever he complains about me. You can leave now."
"But, uh, I—" And Matthew decided not to finish the sentence when he saw the look Ivan gave him. He swallowed and turned around, "I-I'm sorry sir…" And he walked back to the door. Ivan turned away and inhaled into his cigarette again, and only when he heard the door shut all the way, did he allow a small smile to light his face.
"Matthew, huh? That kid has guts…"
