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Last time on the Tattooed L'Cie:
She reached the tenth floor and burst through the door her eyes narrowed. For the third time that day she spoke. Her voice was quiet, but rang throughout the office.
"Someone had better explain to me why my chair was just thrown out the window." Only to have a body sending her flat on her back as the person clung to her front.
"Manageeerrrr!"
Ahh...that kind of hurt. Cynthia was currently staring at the ceiling with her assistant manager's arms flung haphazardly on her person. Still semi-stunned by being unexpectedly tackled to the floor she shifted under the light weight for a second or two before sitting upright bringing her assistant up with her, with one of her hands on the girl's waist to make sure she didn't fall. The orange haired girl quirked an eyebrow when her assistant manager let out what could only be described as a small squeal.
"Alexis..." Hearing her name the petite girl lifted her gaze to meet hers to show bright baby blue eyes that were framed by long golden blonde hair. Cynthia knew that when the girl stood that Alexis would measure at five feet and an inch, and that her smile was a brilliant white.
"Yes Manager?" The beaming girl tiled her head adoringly at the woman she was subconsciously straddling.
"Please, remove your hands." Although this was said in a calm voice Cynthia was getting a bit more uncomfortable with every second that passed. She turned her head away slightly but then flicked her eyes down to where Alexis's hands rested and then back up to her pointedly, indicating that her assistant should look down.
"Huh? Remove my...?" She then looked down and flushed a deep rose red at her hand's positions. They were stationed atop her Manager's chest. Now, normally this wouldn't be considered a problem were her Manager were a male, her hands would be settled on nice flat pectoral muscles. The problem now lies being in that fact that Cynthia was obviously not a male, leaving the only other choice of being female. That leads logic to show that she was now somewhat unintentionally cupping soft breast. Large B-cup breast to be exact, which now leads to the following reaction.
Her eyes met with the green eyed woman's for five full seconds in embarrassed silence before her body caught up with her mind.
"Eeek!" She flung herself backwards and scuttled a few feet away while averting her gaze as she apologized.
"I-I am so sorry for touching your chest-uh I mean breast- sorry!" Alexis hand her hands covering her eyes, but parted slightly as one blue eye peeked out.
Cynthia had gotten up a bit nebulous to what just happened. She shook her head and gently lifted the petite girl to her feet.
"It's not okay, but it wasn't really your fault. Just be careful next time, alright?"
"Right." Her blushed had faded to a mild pink.
"Let's get down to business."
During their own personal mayhem no one else seemed to notice what had happened as they were huddled around the reason of why her favorite chair had been thrown out the window. All of the workers were huddled in a circle, their attention caught on the events that were transpiring within the middle of the group. Pulling Alexis behind her they made way towards the center of attention where crashes and obscenities could easily be heard from across the room. What on earth is going on here? I take one day off and this place turns into a brawling ground? She could feel annoyance at the blatant disrespect of the work place. As she got closer, Cynthia could see files from the buildings archives scattered all around the room. Some of the papers were crumbled, torn, or discolored. Amongst other things she also saw an overturned desk, spilled coffee, and something unidentifiable.
As they finally reached the bulk of the group an ear popping cheer erupted from the inner circle of spectators. Then a cry of pain. That alone set her on edge. Whatever is happen is stopping now! Cynthia ground her teeth in anger, she let go of Alexis's hand and dove straight into the roaring crowd.
"What is going on here!?"
Pov Unknown
How dare she do this to me? HOW DARE SHE DO THIS TO ME!? After all the time we've been together, she thinks she can just up and go leaving me dry? The figure stormed into the building and up the stairs at an alarming speed. Opening the door with a bang the figure entered the floor and upturned a desk in a rage spilling a cup of coffee along with it, and then rushing to a room labeled Head Manager's Office, a few workers turned around, disturbed by the loud noises. Once inside the unknown person ripped open a drawer and hurled the container and its contents out the door and having it slam into a nearby cubicle. The bang was like gun fire in the surrounding area. Other workers shot up from their desk to investigate the noise.
"What's going on?"
"Who is that?"
"What is he doing in Cynthia's office?"
Upon hearing her name he tensed before grabbing the person nearest to him and yelled point blank into their face.
"WHERE IS SHE?"
Off to the side a long blonde haired girl was talking frantically into her cell phone.
"Let m-me go!" The man in his grip pawed at the large hands around the crew neck of his shirt, paying no heed to the other man's question. Not getting the answer he wanted he tossed the man to the side with a flick of his wrist.
"Stop!" A familiar voiced called out. He turn his head and flared his nostrils at who he saw. A tall and lanky man who squared out his thin frame as he approached the angered man, both of his hands held up in a sign of peace.
"This is all your fault!" He bellowed, quickly retreating back to the office he came back out with a chair, the blonde haired girl cried out "No, no! Please put the chair down!" and threw it at the newcomer.
"Duck Jason!" Yelled a spectator, he dropped to the ground without a second thought as the chair sailed above his head and through a window.
A crowd of people had begun to encircle the two as the conflict continued. Getting to his feet Jason lunged to the man in attempt to subdue him. The people around them roaring in approval. The two grappled on an even stand point when suddenly Jason's eye fell victim to a vicious right hook. He let out a short cry of pain, stumbling back and clutching his face in pain just as someone burst through the crowd.
"What is going on here!?"
So what do you readers think so far? Good? (Hopefully) Bad? (Hope that's not the case) Confusing? (I can guess at this point it is). Let's see if you guys can guess who this mysterious man can be! You can find the answer in the pervious chapter.