Irrational Thoughts and Company Policy?
The sun's light slowly stretched over the Atlantic Ocean and slowly began to wrap its loving rays around the quiet, dormant buildings of New York City. The sea gulls swarmed around the ocean, looking for their first catch of the day. They flew near the dry cleaning shop and screeched their vocal cords hard, telling the fishermen in the harbor of the fresh fish that swam nearby. In the city itself, a door in an apartment complex opened slowly and a tired figure stepped out into the brightness. She blocked her eyes with her arms in disgust, as the light forced her grudgingly awake.
"This completely sucks," she moaned, "Why the hell do I have to go through this routine ever single day?" Rosette complained as she turned her focus back to her door and closed it angrily with a slam. She pulled her apartment key out of her skirt pocket and locked it up, taking care not to snap the metal key in half. She walked down the steel stairs that lead down the ground floor of the complex. Rosette rushed past the gate in a hurry, realizing that she was scheduled to work in fifteen minutes. The commute to the harbor was twenty minutes; it would only be fifteen if she ran the whole way. She picked up her pace and sped passed the morning crowds at a rate that would be ludicrous with the heavy traffic. Rosette ran through traffic lights, not caring if she was going to get hit by a car or not. She decided that today was not going to be bad for her if she got to work on time for once or at least she thought. A car horn blasted as it approached the busy intersection.
Chrono rubbed his eyes as he left his suite in his hotel. He locked the door with his own key and approached the grand elevator. He stretched his muscles and exhaled sharply. He had a great night's sleep and was ready to take on anything that life threw in his way. The overhead light flashed from eleven to twelve and a bell greeted him as the doors opened in front of him. Chrono stepped into the elevator causally, pulled out his trusty pair of sunglasses from his pocket and placed it on his face with ease. He liked mornings because there was not a lot of crowds out around seven in the morning, meaning no reporters mauling him at every street corner. He could go out for his morning jog and feel at ease. The overhead light moved slowly down as he reached into his pocket, subconsciously gripping the receipt he received from the dry cleaners the day before. He didn't know was it that made him hold on to the piece of paper, he went to that same exact dry cleaners for years and saw the same girl every time.
'I feel so pathetic,' he thought to himself. "Why does my heart beat so quickly around her? It never happens when I am talking to anyone else, so why does it do that only around her?" He leaned against the back of the elevator as he continued to evaluate this rather odd situation. The elevator overhead light blinked from two to one and the little bell greeted him again. The door opened up and he left the elevator in a proper fashion. He shook his head and placed his wondering thoughts aside as he walked through the hotel lobby. He exited the building in a hurry as screams and car horns filled the lobby's wide space. Chrono glanced down the street to see what the commotion was about and began to tear through the crowds towards the busy intersection. His eyes grew wider as the scene began to get more apparent, a speeding car and an unsuspecting idiot running through the streets were going to collide in the worst possible way. He focused in on the moron running in front of the car and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. It was the girl from the dry cleaning shop. "Stupid idiot!"
Rosette heard the blasting of the car horn and the screeching of the tires as she crossed the intersection. Her blue eyes grew in horror as she realized what was literally about to hit her. All thought processes froze, like a stopped clock and began to stretch in front of her conscious. Death was approaching fast and all hope for her began to sink faster then the titanic. Her ears picked up a single voice amiss the chaos, which was occurring so quickly around her. "Stupid idiot!" the voice shouted as she was slammed into the pavement by an unknown force. The car rushed passed the spot where she was standing a few seconds ago and blew across the intersection, not caring if it hit anything in the process.
"Am I dead?" Rosette spoke softly to herself as she sat up on the pavement, ignoring the scrapes on her arms and legs. She heard a few audible grunts coming from a body that lay right next to her. "Body?! Oh jeez, I need to leave before the cops think I killed him!" Rosette panicked as she attempted to crawl away from the scene of the accident. She felt a tight pressure surround her ankle and she glanced back the source of the annoyance. Her eyes widen as she realized it wasn't some random commuter that knocked her away from the car, but a customer at her shop! She scrambled to help the man up and was repaid with a quick slap to the back of her head. "What the hell was that for?! I'm just trying to help you up! What gives you the right to hit me?!" she screamed at the man as he began to dust himself off and readjust the sunglasses on his face. He glared at her and grab her arm to drag her off the road.
"You are the dumbest person I ever met! What were you thinking, running in the streets like that?! You would've been as good as road kill, if I didn't save you, you ungrateful bum!" he countered with an obvious fury that was enough to send any normal human running away screaming. His heart was beating so quickly in his chest, not just from the rush of the moment, but by her presences alone. He was so close to her that all reasonable thought flew out the window and instead of asking her how she was, he was screaming at her. Chrono put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath in, then exhaled slowly. Calming himself as to not further embarrass himself in front of the general public. He watched as the girl in front of him went completely psychotic on him and began throwing insults at him like a flock of starved seagulls brawling after a bread slice. The girl eventually got tired of her tantrum and took a quick glance at her watch. Her eyes grew wider and she began to enter a state of panic, worrying about "Being late for work" or something.
"Listen I am thankful that you saved me and all, but I need to get to work." She stated quickly and began dust herself off from her little near-death experience. She pulled out a piece of paper, grabbed a pen and began writing down something on it. Rosette handed the paper to Chrono and quickly put her pen back into her pocket. "Okay, if you're injured or something and need someone to pay the hospital fee. Just call that number on there; it's my house number. I'll get back to you as soon as I can, but right now I am really late for work! See you later!" she yelled before she vanished off into the crowd, leaving Chrono completely dumbfounded by how quickly she handled things. He glanced at the piece of paper in his hands and tucked it securely in his pocket. He turned around in the opposite direction that she ran off to and began to lightly jog on the sidewalk.
Rosette hurried across the landing area of the harbor and approached the Penisula as quickly as she could. Her feet pounded the cement pavement as she approached the dry cleaners. She began to speed up as she saw the glass door to the shop open up slowly and began sprinting towards it like a mad woman. The shopkeeper walked out of the dry cleaners with her broom and turned her attention to the in-bound Rosette. She waved her arm back and forth as a greeting to her, as she watched Rosette's pace slow to a halt as she approached her. Rosette was panting fairly heavy for being five minutes late, not bad timing in the old woman's perspective. "So, Looks like you're a bit banged up this morning," the shopkeeper joked lightly to Rosette while pointing out the scrapes that were scattered about visibly on her body. Rosette sighed deeply and rubbed her elbow nervously. She didn't want to worry her employer, much less tell her about the near-fatal car accident she almost got herself into.
"I'm fine, really I am!" she said with confidence running through each little lie that left her mouth. "I just fell down the stairs this morning, silly me." She laughed with a big smile on her face, obviously hiding the fact that her body hurt like hell. The old lady smiled and walked Rosette in the dry cleaners, glancing out down the road. She shook her head lightly with a smile on her face and mouthed the words "thank you" to the empty space.
Chrono entered his corporation's head quarters in a hurry, getting all kinds of concerned looks by all the employees in the lobby. Satella glance over to him as he approached her from the doors, her eyebrow twitched in anger as she saw the state that her employer was currently in. She rushed over to Chrono in a fast-paced, yet professional manner and dragged him over to the elevator. She stood next to him as they waited for the overhead light to flash to one, the lobby. Chrono scratched his head and made quick, uneasy glances to Satella, who wore a professionally calm, secretary look on her face. He exhaled quietly, while not trying to loss his professional-like charm. The overhead light blinked one and the doors parted before them. Satella dragged Chrono into the elevator and pressed the tenth floor button. The elevator doors closed slowly, cutting them of temporally from the watchful eyes of the employees. She glanced at his arm that was in a sling, and the small Band-Aids that were scattered about his body. Satella smacked her forehead in disgust and exhaled sharply.
"What did you get yourself into this time, Chrono?" she said in a cold harsh tone of voice, controlling the urge to smack him silly all the way up to the tenth floor. "It had better be good because your image, no, the company's image is at stake! What will the media think? They'll think our CEO's a street brawler or something, that's what!" She argued, while resting her back against the wall of the elevator. Her model-like body was shuddering in an attempt to hold in the pent up rage she was feeling at the moment. Chrono sighed sharply and rubbed his banged up arm gently.
"I fell down the stairs this morning, Satella." He said in a calm manner with a slight smile on his face, obviously lying to his concerned secretary. "There's nothing to be worried about, honestly." Chrono couldn't tell Satella that he almost got ran over by a car this morning, she would most likely flip out and try to sue the idiot responsible. Satella's eyebrow rose in suspicion but decided not to pursue the topic. What ever he was hiding must've been important, since he normally confided in her, like an older sister. She let out a light chuckle and ran her hand through her hair quickly to try to fix it up before the overhead light flicked over from the ninth floor to the tenth floor. The bell rang in the elevator and the doors parted before them, revealing an opened-spaced luxurious floor, a.k.a "Satella's office". Both of them stepped out of the elevator and approached her desk that sat in front of a large glass window, over looking New York Harbor. Chrono's eyes gazed out towards the harbor and focused in on the Penisula that rested comfortably near the landing area for corporate cruise liners that would occasionally sail in from time to time.
Chrono shook his head light from thinking that he could see the dry cleaners shop from the tenth floor. He instead turned his attention back to Satella, who sat down in a large black chair behind the giant desk. Satella motioned Chrono to sit down in front of her in a slightly smaller chair then her own. Chrono turned away from the glass window and walked across the designer carpet pattern. He sat down in the chair and watched as a huge amount of paperwork hit the desk with a sickening thud. Satella sat back comfortably in her chair as she looked her employer seriously in the eyes. "I've found something that might be of interest to you, Chrono." She stated in a professional-like tone of voice, while sorting through her own file cabinet that was filed almost to the point of bursting. "It's about a contract I found, dealing with real-estate in New York City, the real-estate within our own jurisdiction." Chrono's hands shifted through the piles upon piles of business transactions in which he never heard of. His eyebrow rose when Satella pointed out a particular section of a file, which was marked "Black Cat".
"Black Cat? You mean an undocumented corporate take-over of several small businesses in a short period of time?" Chrono questioned his secretary in a serious tone of voice, as he read through the documents that were contained in the folder. Satella nodded her head in agreement; her eyes were solid in resolve and showing her as a firm businesswoman that the media constantly exalted about. Corporate take-over often limited competition by almost half and it was extremely illegal if it was undocumented by the government. Chrono was completely against this greedy attempt to make more money in a short amount of time, "get rich quick" schemes often left him a bad taste in his mouth. Considering the past unlawful buy-outs that his grandfather and father made in the past that gave the company a bad reputation. It wasn't until Chrono took control of the company, that people and the government began to trust in the corporation again. His eyes were filled with determination and confidence that which seemed to capture the hearts of the population at large. Chrono was only twenty-three years old, but he was one of the richest and well-respected businessmen in the world. "Who ever thinks they can sell my property, without my permission will be punished, harshly and to the fullest extent of the law." He declared, with a hint of hatred laced into each syllable that left his mouth. No one was going to ruin the name of his corporation; he came too far to let all of his efforts go to waste.
Rosette staggered to the window by the ocean, clutching her elbow secretively. There was no way she could tell her employer of her current state, she needed to keep working. "Your going to be fine Rosette, just got to make through the day and you'll be fine." She reassured herself with confidence as she slowly sat down into her chair. Her arm was swelling up to the size of an eggplant and it took all of her willpower to not burst out screaming in pain. The store manager glanced over to her employee's arm and shook her head slowly. She didn't know how Rosette put herself in that state and certainly a fall from a staircase couldn't cause that much damage. She turn her attention to the door when she heard the bell that was placed above it ring. The manager smiled softly to the customer in front of her and greeted him causally.
"Hello, Remington."
To be continued…
AN: Yeah, I know I'm lazy when it comes to updating stuff, but Replies motivate me to work on the stories you love, but unfortunately I have no intention of updating several of my older stories, simple because I don't have the time for them. So this story and my Silent Hill fanficition will get updates, IF AND ONLY IF I get reviews on them. It's not that hard, so please R&R, if you like what your reading. Thank you everyone.
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