After Effects

Chapter 22 • After Effects

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Next Day
8:40am
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"Ms. Harrington, pack your things, we're leaving right now." Mr. Remora's voice frightened me as he strode past my desk, his office door slamming behind him.

"Ah, may I ask where we are going sir? I don't recall having written down any meetings or outings for this time." I told him as I flipped through my schedule book.

"I just got a last minute phone call." he snapped annoyed, but he never stopped making his way to his elevator.

"Ah okay!" I yelled after him as I quickly grabbed my bag and ran to catch up to him. I was just a foot away when I saw him press the close door button which made the doors shut immediately. Normally, they don't do a thing, but how convenient for him, it worked like a pro at that moment.

My eyes widened and my mouth hung open as the elevator started going down with him just staring at me. I glared at him, my mouth in a scowl, but was even more shocked and outraged when he made the audacious move of putting his fore fingers to the corners of his mouth and pulling them upwards as if telling me to smile, just as his head was disappearing beneath the floor. The little snake.

I gave a bitter laugh. "Smile? Smile. Oh I am gonna smile alright, I'm gonna smile when I take my foot and shove it so far up your-"

"Katherine, why are you speaking to yourself?" Sara suddenly spoke up from being me making me stop.

"Ah- I was just trying to-" I paused, completely blank of excuses. "I would say give me a minute to think of something but I really have to go. Bye!" I rushed out before heading to the other elevator and punching the button for down.

It didn't take long for me to get in and reach the first floor - thankfully - and when I did, I found Mr. Remora by the front doors speaking with Mr. Jones.

Smile Katherine, smile!

I made my way over as calmly as I could with the way I was feeling at that moment. "Mr. Remora." I bit out so he knew I had arrived. 

"Ms. Harrington." he replied, shoving something at me. I gasped in disbelief as he held it against me and only released it when I took it. I then watched in shock as he walked away. What the?

I looked inside the bag to see the bagel and cupcake I had gotten him this morning. I knew he didn't eat them! The little bastard... What on earth was I supposed to do with it now?

I looked up to see both men walking away and quickly followed. Mr. Remora was in front with Mr. Jones slightly behind. I quickly moved up to the driver and asked, "Ah Mr. Jones?" He looked at me for no longer than a second before looking ahead again as we left the building.

"Ms. Harrington." he replied, shortly but politely. I sighed in relief and thanked God for that. There was no doubt that he knew that I wouldn't have been able to handle one more constipated prick.

"Would you mind telling me where we are going this morning?" I inquired curiously. 

"Mr. Remora has informed me that we will be going back to the port." he replied almost immediately. I stopped for a second.

We were going back to the port?

I swallowed as I remembered what had happened the last time. Mr. Remora had been pretty angry about that suit of his... Oh, and I had almost died...

I groaned as we reached the car and Mr. Jones made his way to the front seat. I was just about to do the same..well except for the fact that I was going to the back seat, when I almost walked into the back of Mr. Remora. Thankfully, I realized that he had frozen in front of the car door before I had actually managed to touch him.