RUDE WITH A REASON
Clara Anne Jacobsin leaned against the cool metal wall of the elevator, its soft harmonic version of a jazz tune sounding like a lullaby. It lured in the helpless and enveloped them in its boring caress. For Clara, it went in one ear and out the other, she wouldn't let herself be captured and sucked into the doldrums of the song. The loud chime hushed the music, the number thirteen flashed above in red. It was her least favorite number, she was thirteen when it all happened, when her life just started it tumble downward, down a large rocky hill. But the thoughts quickly left Clara's head as soon as they came, allowing her mind to only dwell on what she was here for.
"Come on Clar, we are not here to think about that, we are here to sit in a boring conference filled with big over ego testical men who complain and bicker with each other like jack asses." Annoyance added color to her voice as she left the elevator. Mumbling more about how FBI men were the worst of them all. She was cut off when she stumbled back from a shoulder colliding with her chest. Her keen eyes caught sight of a light suit with a dark coffee stain on the front of it. Clara looked up into the eyes of the same man who had already shoved her today, her annoyance leveled up really quickly.
"It's You?!?" The gruff looking New York man exclaimed with angered surprise.
"Yes sir. I am the one who you have so rudely shoved not twice but three times today and to be truthful, I am really getting sick of it. Shall I have to dodge everyone around me today? Now, if you would please move, I have a meeting to attend to right through those doors and I suspect that my boss is waiting for me." Clara's voice held a hint of danger, but the man did not catch her drift as he wouldn't allow her to pass. The man's eyes finally widened in surprise. His voice no longer angered.
"Your Special Agent Jacobsin. Well, I'll be. I'm Doctor Grooper, best forensic we have in New York State," Clara scoffed at the speed of change in his voice one second he was angry and the next his pride is getting to large. Thoughts began to run through Clara's head. Oh My God! What and ego! I don't know one woman who wouldn't turn him down in an instant. Clara regretfully shook his hand and made her way into the conference room. As predicted her sense were tainted and clouded over with the smell, no the stench of cologne and battling egos, not to mention the tension in the air, so thick that not even a knife could cut it. For the next four hours Clara was to be stuck in that conference room, unfortunately her seat next to "the best forensic in New York State", finding her climate worse than being in the flames of hell.
Doctor Ansom followed Clara to the meeting sitting in at the coffee shop so conveniently across the street from her building and ordered some coffee and a croissant, sitting, watching and waiting. Four hours and four cups of coffees later, Doctor Ansom watched men file out and than Clara came out five minutes later. Doctor Ansom seeing her peak her head around the side wall, apparently looking out for someone and than he noticed the man from that morning. Clara apparently did not see him as she stepped out and sighed. Doctor Ansom watched as the man approached her anger filing him when he whispered into her ear and saw Clara's angered face.
Clara was over filled wit joy to leave the stuffy conference room. The hazy new york air was a breath of fresh compared to the conference room. She had been forced to sit next to Doctor Grooper who constantly bumped her thigh or let his hand slip to her leg. He would give her heated glances every few minutes and eventually she couldn't take it. Clara slammed her high heeled foot onto his and he yelped embarrassing himself in front of the director and his associates. She had tried to leave the building unnoticed but Doctor Grooper found her in the front outside. Doctor Grooper leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, In what was supposed to be a seductive voice,
" You know Clara, I saw you looking at me in the conference and I feel the same way about you. Why don't you show me to your hotel room, we do have a few hours." Clara froze immediately, he had crossed the line she drew. Disgust and anger contorted her face and she turned to him and spat on his shoe. Her blood boiled and her green orbs were aflame.
"It's Special Agent Jacobsin to you. You truly think that I would go anywhere with no good rotten scum like you?!?!? You are a perverted ass hole and I don't know one girl who would actually get close to you, UNLESS SHE WERE A FIVE CENT WHORE, BUT EVEN THAN I DOUBT IT!!! Good Day," Clara turned and walked away, her eyes still ablaze and her face redden with the aftermath of anger. Doctor Grooper was left standing there his jaw dropped, if it could it would have hit the floor, the people around him snickering.
"Man, You just got schooled by a girl. You suck!" a passing teen yelled and laughed.
"I don't know why I covered this meeting for you Paul Sampson, you owe me a big one." Clara spoke calmly into her phone, entering the dinner across the street, unaware of Doctor Ansom walking by. Little did she know that Doctor Grooper was about to be in the worst state he had ever been in.