The Passion Of My Enemy
** Scissor **
"You said you'd get me back!"
Amy screamed at Lucius, irritated that he had not been sent home by the man.
"I just said I'd tell them, and Mike made sure he'd pick you up. Pick up my little .. those who will pick me up, not me who delivers."
Lucius casually answered Amy's cry without lifting his face from the report he was holding. Amy stepped back and forth before Lucius' desk.
"Then why hasn't he picked me up! You've contacted him again, haven't you! Let me talk to him!"
Amy's aggravation grew to see Lucius just sniffing his shoulders. The pounding of his legs tightened on the floor, deliberately making Lucius distracted. However, there was no reaction from the man, deeming Amy's disorder absent and remaining focused on the report.
"Oh .. You're an annoying guy! I'll just go home by myself!" Amy stomped her feet, walking towards the exit. Lucius remained focused on the paper before him. Not raising my face one bit.
The welcome of the two bodyguards outside the office door made Amy even more irritated. Realizing he can't go anywhere. Her sweet smile soon spread. Shamefully he said to the two men.
"I'd love to drink some fresh apple juice, can you help me?"
A nod to Amy's question.
The bodyguard passed by to meet the woman at the reception desk. The woman picked up the phone and spoke to someone, then nodded back at the bodyguard.
Amy took a long breath.
"Your wish will be here any minute, Miss. Please wait inside." Politely the guard stood back where he was.
"Oh, I forgot, add two large potato chips, one sandwich with cheese and meat, then my apple juice without sugar .. okay." Amy smiled brightly at the bodyguard who still looked at her expressionlessly.
He went back into Lucius' room, "Where is the man's expression? I'm talking to the wall!"
The girl's grunts reached Lucius' ears. He lifted the report sheet covering his smiling face. The girl's behavior made her very amused.
"You should be able to ask Mike when he picked me up, and what about Derek? You said he was recuperating, you said the injury wasn't severe, but why hasn't anyone come to pick me up yet!"
Lucius remained silent, the report sheet before him closed all over his face until Amy did not see the wide smile that spread on her lips because she heard Amy's nagging.
"I'm really bored ...." Amy sighed, leaning her head against the back of the sofa while closing her eyes. Suddenly soft music flowed in the room, slowly and cradled Amy's eyes.
"Change the music! You're making me sleepy!" snarled Amy without opening her eyes.
Lucius dropped his report. Squinting looked at the girl leaning on the sofa. Why does he always let the girl scream and even tell him who he is?
"Don't rule me, Tiny! As long as Derek hasn't picked you up, then your position is to hitchhike here."
Lucius awaits Amy's rebuttal. But the girl just closed her eyes like she didn't hear what she said.
Her secretary's voice interjected, saying Amy's order had come. Lucius raised an eyebrow. The order?
Hearing her order came Amy upright standing, smilingly welcoming one large cup of apple juice and a food pouch containing two of the largest size potato chips and sandwich bread.
Without glancing at Lucius he returned to the sofa, busy opening the bag and sipping the juice, he ate it voraciously until his bread ran out and went back to sipping the juice.
Amy continues with a packet of potato chips. However, repeatedly trying to open the package always fails, even he has tried to bite it, but not also open. He looked at Lucius.
"You got scissors?"
Lucius who had looked at Amy was surprised by the question, he just stared with a frowning face.
Amy stood up while carrying her packet of potato chips towards the secretary's desk outside. With a sweet smile he asked the woman for help.
"Sorry .. Can I borrow your scissors? I want to open this snack. Amy showed me the food wrapper in her hand."
The secretary smiled and nodded. Give the girl a pair of scissors and stand waiting for Amy to finish and return the scissors.
But Amy passed with scissors in her hand. Instead of opening the snack and immediately return the scissors. He again stepped into Lucius' room with a pair of scissors in hand.
"Wait ... Miss!"
The secretary's frantic shout was not he gubris.
It will be returned. I still have 2 packs of snacks that need to be opened, Amy thought.
Amy opened the snack by cutting the top of the pack. Unaware of Lucius who looked a bit pale when he found the girl back in with a pair of scissors.
Closer to Lucius he offered a snack, "You want? It's delicious."
lucius grew pale, and began to feel nauseous.
"Go .. I don't eat junk food!"
"It's delicious, you idiot!"
Amy put the scissors on Lucius' desk. Start taking the contents of the snack and eat it greedily.
"You really don't want to? ... Uh, what's the matter with you?"
Amy looked at the pale Lucius, then followed his eyes to the scissors he had placed on the table.
"Please get rid of that thing."
understanding is published in Amy's brain ... O Lord ... This big, brave, arrogant man is afraid of scissors?
Amy picked up the scissors, brandished them in front of Lucius.
"You're distracted because of this?"
"Take off .. before I throw up!"
Amy ran towards the sofa, storing the scissors into the snack bag until they were invisible. Then back to Lucius who was pressing his forehead while closing his eyes.
"You should let your hair be long."
Lucius looked up, looking at the girl before him who was smiling as if getting an answer from the most difficult guess.
"You mean?"
"You're afraid of scissors! That's why you let your hair go that long! And so as not to lose the macho impression of your long hair, you add earrings to your left ear ...." Amy blinked one eye, her finger pointing towards the diamond earrings on Lucius' left ear.
The girl's amused tone and wink made Lucius' laughter echo, at first slowly, then firmer, as if it felt very funny.
These few days of babysitting Derek's girl really made his life colorful. Like in the past ..when a little black-haired girl who often cried, still coloring the dark days with her in the past.
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