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Broken Heels and Ditched Dates
HELLO EVERYONE! SO I KNOW I HAVEN'T POSTED THE NEXT CHAPTER OF DAWN AT SUNSET YET BUT DON'T WORRY IT'S WELL UNDERWAY AND WILL BE COMING SOON. IN THE MEANTIME I THOUGHT I POST THIS QUESTIONABLE SHORT STORY OF MINE STARRING MYSELF LOL. IT WAS REALLY JUST SOMETHING I WAS PLAYING AROUND WITH AND I THOUGHT I WOULD POST IT FOR SOME LAUGHS. PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND ENJOY!!
The ceiling fan hummed above, creating the only sound in the small filing room, apart from the flutter of turning file pages and the opening and closing of the rusted metal drawers. However despite the fan, the air in the filing room was tight and warm and wasn't helped by the dust that circulated in the room by the light of the over head incandescent bulb.
Toni blew through her lips, feeling a trickle of sweat run down her neck and trail irritatingly down her back, which was claiming her blouse as a second skin with each passing minute. 'Why did agree to this?' she questioned herself in exasperation. 'I should be getting ready for my date right now!? Yet here I am in this dusty old room with these dusty old files! Christ!'
She flung the file before her on the right stack she had on her table not finding what she was looking for. 'What are we even looking for?'
She sighed, miserably opening another file, skimming it's content with as much interest as a five year old watching the news. She wiped her face, and reached for her water bottle. 'Great! It's empty!'
She groaned lowering her forehead to the table. "Why? Why? Why?" She lamented in a whisper slightly knocking her head on the table with each 'why?'
"Is there a problem Miss Melbourne?"
"Ah-" Toni got a hold of herself and sat up in the chair. She gave a bashful smile. "Sorry Director Chang. I guess it's just a bit warm in here." She gave a slight bow of the head, as was their custom, and tried to look as if she wasn't feeling like a chicken in an oven.
"Mhm. I see. It is a bit hot to be honest." The Director replied. He was half seated on an old desk, the light above casting a warm yellow glow on his sturdy, sharp features, a shadow of a smile on his pink washed lips. A few tendrils of hair had come loose from his bun and clung to his face from the slight perspiration.
"I am sorry," he said resting the file he was reading beside him, "I didn't know it would take this long," he took off his glasses and rested them on his file and proceeded to take off his white coat.
"I understand, Director I am sure we will fin-"
Toni floundered for a second. Director Chang had removed his coat but the sight beneath made it seem like the temperature in the small room skyrocketed. The Director's striped dress shirt was soaked through and through with sweat clinging to him...
The ceiling fan hummed above, creating the only sound in the small filing room, apart from the flutter of turning file pages and the opening and closing of the rusted metal drawers. However despite the fan, the air in the filing room was tight and warm and wasn't helped by the dust that circulated in the room by the light of the over head incandescent bulb.
Toni blew through her lips, feeling a trickle of sweat run down her neck and trail irritatingly down her back, which was claiming her blouse as a second skin with each passing minute. 'Why did agree to this?' she questioned herself in exasperation. 'I should be getting ready for my date right now!? Yet here I am in this dusty old room with these dusty old files! Christ!'
She flung the file before her on the right stack she had on her table not finding what she was looking for. 'What are we even looking for?'
She sighed, miserably opening another file, skimming it's content with as much interest as a five year old watching the news. She wiped her face, and reached for her water bottle. 'Great! It's empty!'
She groaned lowering her forehead to the table. "Why? Why? Why?" She lamented in a whisper slightly knocking her head on the table with each 'why?'
"Is there a problem Miss Melbourne?"
"Ah-" Toni got a hold of herself and sat up in the chair. She gave a bashful smile. "Sorry Director Chang. I guess it's just a bit warm in here." She gave a slight bow of the head, as was their custom, and tried to look as if she wasn't feeling like a chicken in an oven.
"Mhm. I see. It is a bit hot to be honest." The Director replied. He was half seated on an old desk, the light above casting a warm yellow glow on his sturdy, sharp features, a shadow of a smile on his pink washed lips. A few tendrils of hair had come loose from his bun and clung to his face from the slight perspiration.
"I am sorry," he said resting the file he was reading beside him, "I didn't know it would take this long," he took off his glasses and rested them on his file and proceeded to take off his white coat.
"I understand, Director I am sure we will fin-"
Toni floundered for a second. Director Chang had removed his coat but the sight beneath made it seem like the temperature in the small room skyrocketed. The Director's striped dress shirt was soaked through and through with sweat clinging to him...
