This is the second chapter of "Oh Demon of Mine." Nobody reviewed! WAHHHHHHH!
I'm going to give this one last shot, and if nobody reviews then I will not proceed, I'm afraid.
Jobs, education and wealth:
Joey had on idea what possessed him. However, he was there, on the dot at six o'clock. It was summer, but a cold westerly wind blew and the early morning sun did nothing for him. He wrapped his coat tight around his shoulders, shivering from the cool air.
Jeez, I must be a fool. Did I actually believe what that guy said? Ha, like he can change my life. I must have been pissed.
"You weren't quite pissed," purred a seductive voice behind him.
Seto was now dressed in a pure black tuxedo, his blue eyes watching Joey lazily. The black oynx in his ear glittered as the rays of the sun caught it.
Joey blinked in amazement, pulling at his ruffled blonde hair, a habit he had been cursed with since childhood.
"Ok, today we shall be going to your work place," chuckled Seto brightly, not bothering to explain to the young man how he was able to tap into his thoughts.
"Is that it?" cried Seto, peering at a rather sorry looking building. Paint was peeling off the walls, the broken window had been done up badly with sellotape, and there were fag buts on the pavement outside the door.
"Its lousy pay," muttered Joey in embarrassment, picking his way though the litter that scattered the streets. Seto cocked an eyebrow.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot though Joey, causing him to crumble to the ground.
As his sight regained focus, his eyes fell on a polished shoe that was tapping in irritation.
"Don't ever do that again," snapped the shoe. Or the voice coming from the owner of the shoe. Seto lifted Joey from the cuff of his shirt, and stared into those chocolate eyes.
"You can do better then this, yet you just cannot be bothered," he growled, "the excuse its lousy pay GETS YOU NOWHERE."
Joey tugged at Seto's hands. "Ok, ok, I get the basic picture." Seto released the young man, before strolling into the building.
Well, the place was a mess. Papers, booklets, clips, folders and loads of other work things were lying all over the place. People laughed, chatted and lit a fag. The only person who seemed to be working was a tried looking girl named Anzu. Nobody talked to her, women bitched about her and she was normally left to her own devices.
She bumped in to Joey, scattering paper everywhere. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, falling to her knees and scrambling around for the lost documents. Seto circled her, taking in her slightly scrawny appearance. "Girlfriend?" he asked, pointing at poor Anzu.
Joey shook his head. He would never be seen dead with her, not that he disliked her, but she was the outcast of the bunch. But then…there was always Mai…
Mai Valentine clacked into the work place with her high kitten heels. Tristan fell off his chair. Mako slavered behind his desk. All the men's eyes were diverted onto Mai's chest, legs and backside.
"Prevs," whispered Anzu, but so silently that no one heard her. Seto caught Joey's eye and smiled.
"Oh…I see…"
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