Business On The Next Level

Part 10

Nobody has ever offered me their business card and I honestly couldn't care less of what was written on it. The man gave off a creepy vibe, even more than usual. He definitely didn't look like a creep, dressed in a full black suit, hair freshly done, and what made it worse was that he didn't look anywhere near to middle aged. But the way he talked liked if he was starring in a mafia movie and the facial expressions were distracted and focused at the same time, if that was even possible. I still took the card home though and pulled it out once in a while to just look at it. It was like a souvenir, or even a charm, a good luck charm. Just something to remind me that my life doesn't always have to be the way it is.

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Spaced, looking in the mirror at my own reflection, just evaluating my life. A snapping sound slowly grew louder until I was awaken from my trance.
" What is this! I hope your not stupid enough to go into this."
I just looked at her puzzled. Since when did she started thinking that it was alright to snap at me? Why is she even at my table?
"So you wanna be in movies now." Every time she released words the movements she made with her hands would looked like a never ending continuous loop.
"What are u talking about?"
"Do you even know what this is." Her voice settled.
I didn't speak, but just waited for her. I didnt know what I was waiting for, maybe I just didnt know what to say.
She became filled with heat and less than two seconds later the card was torn in half and place on my table.
"It doesn't matter" she said before giving me the brightest smile.
'Did she just tear my card?' I thought. While she walked away all I could do was feel the two torn pieces in the palm of my hand, in confusion.

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"Your on next" a voice said. The papers were still fiddled with between my fingers.
Without turning I muttered,"ok am coming." Before shoving the paper in my purse.