Chapter 2 - You Again?
"THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE, GART!"
Arpa was very disappointed in her oldest son, as he's been going through so many women for about a month, but none of them seemed to sit right with Gart. And now, he was being told off by his own mother, accompanied by Grandma 101, in his own office, quietly thankful the door was shut so that his employees couldn't hear his mother's embarrassing ranting.
"Mother, I know what you're thinking, but trust me when I say that neither woman was good enough!" Gart argued back, sitting at his desk and leaning his head against one hand.
"No, you are just trying to get out of choosing one! I'm warning you, Gart, you are not as disappointing as your brother, but you are starting to be!"
"But, Mother-!"
"How many times do I have to say it?! No buts! You need to man up, for you will not be young forever and I am NOT having anymore children!"
"Mother, I understand the situation and how dire it is!"
"Then why do I need to keep telling you all of this?!"
Gart didn't have anything to say to that, for he ultimately knew his mom was right.
"I do not know what else to do," Gart sighed in defeat.
"Try putting some actual effort into it," Arpa quickly replied, her voice a harsh hiss, and she finally left the office without another word. And Gart remained in that one spot in complete silence, contemplating his frustration towards his own mom, which he had never really had before.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door.
"Go away, I am busy!" Gart snapped, not even bothering to see who it was.
"O-oh, I'm so sorry…I-I'll come back tomorrow, Sir!" a timid voice called into the office, intriguing Gart to finally look up from the floor, and he saw a woman.
She was a Mechanical with a feline-like appearance and bright yellow eyes, and her metal was a rather pretty shade of eggplant purple. He swore he had never seen her before, but something about her really interested Gart.
"No, you won't. Come in, Miss, before I change my mind," Gart sighed and shook his head.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Default!" she cheered and ran into the office, but she suddenly gasped and shrunk in fear when she approached Gart, her ears drooping under his intimidating and towering posture.
"You know who I am?" Gart questioned with surprise, but he managed to hide it.
"Oh, of course! You're the face of one of the biggest electronic invention facilities in the city," she informed with a kind smile.
"Well, I'm flattered—but what do you want?"
"Oh, right…I-I was wandering if I could have a job application, please?"
"A job application, hmm?" Gart finally turned away from the Mechanical cat, and approached his desk and reached into a drawer for a stapled packet of application sheets.
"Yes, Mr. Default. My last job was a little…risky…so I came here to hopefully start fresh."
"I've heard that story before," Hart mumbled under his breath, and handed the papers to her, "Fill this out, and then come back here as soon as you can for an interview."
"Thank you, Mr. Default!" she sighed with relief after taking the papers, and she held a three-clawed hand out to him.
"Not at all, Miss," Gart calmly informed and shook her hand.
That night, Gart was pacing back and forth alone in his grand mansion of a home, the crackling of fire in his living room completely tuned out in his clouded mind.
"Who is she? I swear, I know her from somewhere…ugh, it's the not knowing that kills me," Gart rambled on aloud, his eye twitching in annoyance.
But he soon sighed and shook his head in defeat, "Maybe a good night's sleep will help…"
It had been a whole week since Gart gave the application forms to the mysterious woman, and she still hadn't returned for an interview. This worried Gart because he would not only gain another employee, but also because he would go nuts if he never figures out who she is!
These thoughts fluttered his mind and clouded his concentration, as he once again rode his cherry picker around his facility. And he was so distracted with trying with his nostalgia, that he didn't even notice where he was taking the cherry picker.
"GART, WATCH OUT!" Monster's shrill cry finally snapped Gart out of it, just in time for him to stop the cherry picker from crashing into a wall.
"Are you ok, Gart? That was really close!" Monster called with great concern.
"Y-yes, I'm fine, Monster…I was just…sidetracked," Gart reluctantly replied and tried to hide his blush, lowering his cherry picker to get onto solid and safer grounds.
"With what? The only things that sidetrack you are mirrors and money, which there's none in sight," Robot pointed out with a sneer.
"How about you just worry about yourself, Little Brother?" Gart hissed at his younger brother before hopping back onto the cherry picker, "I'm not in the mood for this."
"Wonder what's got him so upset," Monster pondered aloud once his boss was out of hearing range.
"Who knows? But seeing him upset is better than seeing him happy, in my opinion," Robot added nonchalantly.
I wish I could make chapters longer, but I promise that no matter how long or short future chapters are that they will get more interesting. Just have patience;-)
Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!