Dark Paradise

French Fries with a Side of Charlie

French fries with a Side of Charlie

Adriana's P.O.V.

As soon as Monday afternoon arrived, an employee had forcedly introduced to my shock consumed being, the brand new office that belonged to me.

As I permitted my foot to take the very first step within the boundaries of the office, immense admiration soured through my physique. My azure tinted irises explored the average sized office; ogling the fragile glass consumed desk that was gladly accompanied with a sleek leather swivel chair. Placed right on the sheer desk was a dark computer, and a printing machine, along with a guest chair facing the office desk. On the right part of the room was a shelf and a white wooden cupboard on the far left side.

I initiated taking slow, patient and steady steps towards the desk, running my thin fingers along the flat surface of the glimmering glass. Bending my entire physique forewords, a thought crossed my mind out of the blue. Lowering my face, I flared my nostrils in unison, sniffing the fragile glass. I deeply inhaled in exceptional joy, and headed towards my next destination; the chair.

Signaling permission towards my lower region, my bottom slowly descended towards the seat. Finally landing, I repeatedly advanced from left to right, adjusting to the comfort that was engraved within the dark colored chair.

Once the finale made an appearance, I commenced on mentally preparing myself for the most magnificent part of my entertainment for the day; twirling on the swivel chair. Chanting a countdown, I impatiently waited for the number one to make an appearance.

"One." I twirled and swiveled like there was no tomorrow and rocked my body from left to right as I was situated on the lavish leather swivel chair that belonged to none other than myself. My thin, sun-kissed arms were waving in the air, as if I were riding a roller coaster.

    As I continuously swiveled on the chair, the corner of my ocean blue eyes caught the site of an amused Morgan that was glancing at me from a glass window that separated my office from his. The sudden realization hit me like a massive truck; he saw my bizarre self sniff the table, swivel and dance on a chair, and even hold a conversation with my own self. I huffed at the sudden awareness that he could see my every move due to the glass window and due to the fact that I made a fool of myself in front of none other than the devil himself.

    The once amused man concealed his previous expression into a slightly serious one, signaling for me to get to work. I saluted his being as I mouthed an 'Aye Aye Captain'. As I buried myself in office work, I was abruptly interrupted with the ringing sound of the telephone that was situated on the desk. Placing the phone on the palm of my hand, I motioned it towards my ear.

    "Come to my office. Now." A grumpy Morgan stated from the other line and I did nothing but obey. Heading towards his office, I wrapped my palm around the knob and opened the door. As my eyes stared at his face, his perfectly groomed brows rose a few centimeters from their original position.

    With an oblivious and confused expression, I spoke."What?" I inquired.

    "You didn't knock the door." he crossed his muscular arms across his built chest.

    "And?" I questioned once more.

    "I'm your boss, you're obliged to knock on my door before entering my office," he stated in an authoritative tone that would have appeared threatening to some.

    "Well, according to the media I'm your lovely girlfriend and what girlfriend is obliged to do that to her boyfriend." although Morgan and I's deal has lasted for awhile, I could never get acquainted to referring to that man as my lover.