♪ | Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks
(I finally broke my writer's block, I'm so sorry for leaving this RP behind!)
“Hi!” I heard a squeaky voice behind me. It was one of those chicks from that creepy sorority that had stalked me last week with propaganda so that I would join them.
“I'm not interested.” I replied dryly.
“But-- this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you know!” She squealed.
I shook my head, “I'm not into sects, sorry.”
“Where's your school spirit?” She scoffed, turning back on her heel and walking towards a group of girls dressed exactly the same as her, hideous cardigan, plaid polo shirt and pleated pink skirts. They looked like housewives.
I shrugged, “Definitely not here, b.tch.” I muttered, going back to my dorm. I had spent so much time the other night keeping everything tidy and neat, that all I wanted to do right now was sleep. I stripped off my clothes, plopping myself onto the bed. Something poked my neck and I jumped out of the bed, freaked out. It was an envelope with ridiculously sharp corners. I looked around the room, to see if the person that left it there was still inside the room.
I sighed figuring it was a note from my roommate, Mia. I opened the tiny envelope and pulled out a note. I quickly scanned the contents and soon found myself throwing the letter away. My hands were shaking. How had he found me, I had no idea.
“Zoe, will you be staying with us at the firm?” My boss asked me. I smirked, knowing I'd probably get a raise if I stayed. But other part of me felt ashamed and I didn't want to.
“No. I'm sorry.” I smiled sadly. “My time here has come to an end.”
“But you could stay, you know. I'm giving you that opportunity.” He placed his hand on my shoulder.
“I'm going to college outside of here.” I replied.
“I've got offices all around the world.” He laughed. “It'd be just a transfer. Besides, my time in Puerto Rico has come to an end. I'm moving back to California.”
“Oh.” I nodded. He didn't need to know I'd be going to California too.
“Zoe.” I felt his strong arms pulled me by the waist. I flinched, regretting all those moments we flirted and got la.id. They were false promises, I was aware of that now. There was no way this guy would set his eyes on me, it didn't matter if he was only five years older than me. He was married and that's how he earned his way to the top of the firm.
This was my part time job, working at a law firm. I met Andrew here. Before he got married, too. We were both hired by the label around the same time. But he was smarter than me, and soon found himself married to the old and fragile Ms. Arthur. She couldn't have babies because of her age so that wasn't a concern for him. He'd soon find himself the sole owner of the Arthur law firm, as Ms. Arthur's relatives were dead.
It started when we were working overtime. I'd gotten myself a full time job in a matter of months and we were running out of staff to fill up the hours because Andrew refused to hire more employees. Ms. Arthur's health decayed and she could no longer come to work. Andrew was now in charge of everything and we'd see each other for more than eight hours a day.
“Could you get some coffee?” I asked Andrew, who was flipping another page of the huge folder that laid in front of him. I was checking out some important papers.
“Sure.” He stood up and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, he came back with the coffee, some tea and biscuits on a giant plate. “Here you go.” He sat next to me, serving some coffee for myself and tea for him. I had no idea how a guy like him had ended up here, but I wasn't going to ask either. He was really good looking and didn't look like a lawyer at all.
“Oh thank God for the biscuits, I'm starving.” I groaned, grabbing one from the plate.
“I could order some food.” He said, pulling out his cell phone.
“Sounds good.” I nodded, checking out some pages again.
“Zoe.” He pulled my head up with his index finger. We were really close.
“What?” I asked, almost unable to breathe.
“That's enough for today.” He said, closing the folder I had in front of me.
“Hey, I'm almost through with that!” I complained.
He shook his head, “No. We'll finish it tomorrow.”
I raised an eyebrow, “But you're buying food...”
“Yes, before you go home.” He smiled.
“I could totally finish that before the food gets here...” I said, trying to reach the folder but he just pushed it far away from me.
“No more work for today.” He wouldn't budge.
“Fine.” I folded my arms against my chest. He stood up and put his hands around my shoulders, giving me a massage.
“You're tense.” He pointed out.
“Um, that's called working overtime.” I said, standing up uncomfortably.
“I'm sorry about that.” He said, standing closer to me.
I cleared my throat, “So... this case--”
He shook his head and pulled me to a kiss. My eyes opened wide and I just stood there confused before throwing my arms around his neck. The following weeks, we continued our discreet affair. No one ever suspected anything.
I stood motionless in front of my bed, the words on the note playing on my head over and over. Ms. Arthur was dead. And worse of all, Andrew knew my location.