Waxflower

"Well, I can say this meeting was a pleasant one."

"That's good to hear. Should I have an opening for you later on, Ms. Mimzy?"

The short and heavly curved proud figure dressed in clubbing class, raised a dainty finger to her chin in thought. Hapless and not meaning, mostly as a guise. Though given that of who mostly enter the doctor's office, he had grown used to it.

"Near the end of the month should do. Pass four at best."

"I'll call you ahead when that can happen."

"Perfect, take care doctor."

"You as well-"

The door slammed shut before he could finished. Hesediel held his tongue and took a steady breath. Breathing deeply and calmly. Taking a moment to remove his rimless glasses, folding and placed on the less clutter side of his desk. Easing a tension from growing as it made his head throb, louder against his skull. Pulsing against in a twist that jutter his dark wine eyes, making him set his jaw grounding his edgeless teeth harshly. Taking another deep breath, he rose from his chair.

Cleaning his desk and unfastening his deep mulberry hacking jacket in form of relaxation. Drapping it over his chair while carding through his wild short rasin dark locks in an action meant to be soothing. Plucking the thistle shade blue-eyed grass bloom from the breast pocket, twiddling it in his fingers, to let his thoughts be elsewhere. Pacing himself until he was looking through the stain glass window of his office, watching the glow of the underworld grow dark. Eerie while a captivating sight.

"Time is just slipping away, isn't it?" He questioned to himself, if his nerves could move. It would be that in a form discomfort, made by what anger and fear could only make.

A sudden knock came at the door. Hesediel straighten his white buttondown dress shirt and blest hue tone and style bolo tie, to appearing be presentable and having the flower back on the jacket, before calling out. "Enter."

"Hi Hesy." A gleeful yet soft hummed, as Charlie stepped in, door wide open in her wake.

"Evening, Miss. Charlie. To what I owe this visit?"

"Dinner. Niffy is almost done and I was coming to get everyone. You're the last one."

"Thank you for the offer, Miss. Charlie. But I am going have to decline tonight."

He was left unsure to her smile falling in a snap, she wanted to comfort him, he could tell easily by her natural attitude. Hesediel could tell as she got closer but stop before even becoming within arms reach, asking. "Are you feeling okay, Hesy?"

He nodded, hands in a natural sense toying with his odd emborded suspenders, seeing as the words he wanted to say would likely betray him. His eyes keeping view of his nearly black derby shoes, offsetting to his sangria with silver rust pinstripes chinos. Any focus that wasn't tangled in thoughts or filmed eyes burning into the waves of pathos from his boss.

"Alright, if you're sure?"

He looked back at Charlie, once the inner ache dimmed, words not able to use just yet. Wanting to focus on thoughts of pointlessness than the matters at hand, as that felt better to do. Yet, he took a sigh and finally answered. "Yes. I'm likely just tired is all. Nothing to worry about."

"I'll save you a plate for later then?"

"You do not need to do that. I'll fix something for myself later. Go on and enjoy your dinner with the others. I need to get papers ready for tomorrow."

She was silent for a moment, confused before her eyes widen a bit. "Oh, right, your days off are coming up soon. Should I have Niffy pack something for you then or have an early breakfast ready?"

"Thank you, but I'll be fine. Take care, Miss. Charlie."

"O-oh, alright then."

Minding not if Charlie kept walking or not, Hesediel focused back on his desk. Looking over his latest updates to the more uninterested clients. But he paid no mind, a client was a client. What they choose do to in their lives, is up to them. He's just an ear to listen. Much like his sudden new client. Looking up suddenly to hearing a knock on the glass coffee table.

"Yes, Miss. Charlie? I thought you heading off to dinner." Hesediel stated, seeing that of the office door was closed and the hotel's lead sitting on the couch. He eyed her light smile, body at the ready as a diligent student. He added, confusion clear. "Explain."

"I was hoping Dr. Hes would fit in one last client. Please?"

"I don't see how this would be appropriate, Miss. Charlie."

"Maybe not, but is this really for you to judge?" Charlie replied back, tone hue of an unsaid challenge.

Hesediel stilled, unsure what to do next. Until moving into a motion he mastered. Filling through his cabinets, finding an empty folder, a fresh pack of notes, and a quail pen at the ready. Fixing his jacket to not fall off his chair, glasses on his nose, straighten his bolo tie, and sleeved rolled. Eyes on her, as a client now, not his boss. As all this was becoming second nature.

"So..." Charlie coyly played, teasing but in good nature.

"What are the riches that you wish to share with me, Miss. Charlie?"

"I'm not sure in how to handled my employees right. I feel like I'm not being the leader to them and missing something."

"That is a rational thought process. Matters have weight when you know something off and wish to improve, by own choice, I hope."

"Yeah, it is."

"Good. So, tell me, when you start to notice this?"

"When my father started to care about my, as he puts it - silly and nonsense dreams - and dragging others into places that hurts them."

Hesediel and Charlie hold view to each other. Not a word is said, not in seconds passing. Hesediel broke away to write something down.

"That's a bold statement there. How so?"

"I don't know, Hesediel, you tell me?"

"Not quite how this works, Miss. Charlie. Sorry."

"It's okay. Disappointment is something I'm used to having around me. But I'm not to give up either."

He looked up to her once more, no malice was heard in his voice. More so that of something of concern and akin amusement, when saying. "How very true that is. Shall we continue?"

"Yep!" She said with a good well smile, not quite reaching her eyes. Her next choice of words proving that. "I like to understand my employees of the Happy Hotel a little more, I just don't know how to approach it."

Though Hesediel had ideas matching close. For the person in front of him, this wasn't a game to play along to amuse another.

"You normally go for the undaunted tasks. Has that failed you before?"

"Won't know until I do. I guess if anything, it has made me wonder if I have made me blind sighted to a lot of things. Until now anyway."

This was healing.

"Sounds like this isn't matters that you need to bother with. More sounds like you are overthinking and carrying weight not of yours."

She had a sneaky well meaning grin, in saying. "Keep that up and I would think you projecting to dive us away at the matter at hand."

Hesediel gave a sigh, placing his quail pen back in its inkwell. Hands placed before him, still but calm, to speak. "You are your father's daughter, indeed."

"If anyone else said that. I would think that would a smack to my family. But, I know better."

He nods, adding. "That you do."

Between the two at most that need it the most. Unsaid in ways but the tensions and errors aren't in a thick fog, not now. In found of the riches twined in unusual connections that grow like the flowers in nature. Unpredictable, yet beautiful.