Alex's POV
"Can I not get a single day of peace in this place? Now what does this mean?" I said as I crumpled the note into my hand, running towards the door.
Hitting the door with a loud slam, I ran towards the elevators lobby.
The lobby, like the rest of the building was obnoxiously rich.
The elevators were definitely pretty, decorated with metallic golden frames and had ivory colored doors, but it didn't change the fact that they were sparing too much time on a single floor.
Maybe it was a rich people thing?
Quite a few people were gathered in a short while, some glancing at their watches while others checking their phones again and again.
I looked out of the glass window next to it, and finally could see the full view. Since it was higher up, all the shorter buildings looked densely packed, with my old one shining through with it's roof full of dump.
It just suddenly hit me.
I was in one of the few buildings that was once filtering the sunlight for us. A dream so high I didn't think of it beyond a filter.
Wow.
Life does have its own turns.
I crossed my arms and began to tap my feet.
Right then, I felt goosebumps rise on my shoulder. I looked back.
I had gathered attention to myself.
It was a man in a suit, primly dressed in a tuxedo, completed with a bowtie. His face was wrinkled but stoic.
He was staring at me from head to toe.
"Hah..." I threw in a chuckle.
He was amused, his eyebrow raised, but didn't utter a word. Instead, his piercing gaze was digging into me.
"Wonder when this elevator will arrive, hahaha," I frantically pressed the buttons, throwing a Cheshire like smile at him.
"Just so you know..." He finally said, donning a soft smile with his thin lips.
I knew it.
He's looking down at me.
Since my appearance doesn't really suit this place yet, people were bound to look down at me.
"I've been living here, I know my ways of course," I stood back up, now glaring sideways at him.
"Oh, I see. In that case, didn't you receive the message from the group?" His voice was sickeningly sweet but imperative, carrying the weight of his age.
"Which message?" I asked, now crossing my arms again.
"The lift is down and will take about 20 minutes to fix," he glanced at his watch, "should be done in about ten more minutes now."
Oh.
It wasn't him.
It's me. I was the problem here.
I ran a hand through my head, "Oh, I see, thank yo-"
Ding!
Before I could complete, my phone shot a notification. It was from Margie.
"Ben is quitting today, come meet him in the hall."
Huh? What?
What the f*ck does he mean by quitting? Wasn't he here to fulfill his dream?
I threw back a smile at the man, blinking my eyes rapidly, exiting from the conversation. I ran from that place towards the extended lobby, in search of the stairs.
What the f*ck does Ben even want from me? Why was he in this room?
Rushing down the stairs located at the end of the hallway, I began running towards the exit.
Was this his surprise?
Didn't he defy his dad to pursue this? What happened now?
I pushed the main glass door hard, swinging it towards the outside. As I descened down the stairs, I remembered his sad face from that day, where he looked defeated.
Thoroughly defeated.
Was he forced to quit by his dad?
Was I responsible for this?
A thousand questions kept rising in my mind, with no answers, rather the questions circling back around each other, making my head throb with veins popping out and ears heating up, smoke rising within, my steps staggering.
Even if I want him out, I would never sabotage him.
And he isn't even a quitter.
He lied so much, he hides so much, I practically know nothing about him.
Yet he is a human with dreams.
Dreams that glitter in his eyes whenever he gets an opportunity.
Though I don't like him much, he's fun to be around for others. They like him.
But then he did discard the note I gave him.
He hates me. I know it.
But again, as a co-worker, there was no violation from his part.
Then why is he leaving?
Maybe he got a better gig or something?
As I reached the theatre hall, I fell down to my knees, with heavy panting echoing across the empty hall. My heart was pumping out of my chest, with my body covered in sweat. My throat was parched.
Still, I had to make it inside.
What if he had already left by then?
I laid my chest onto the door, as I kicked my feet to grip the floor and arms as I grabbed onto the door handle, applying all my weight to pull myself back up. Glancing through the peeking window, I saw everyone.
They had gathered around him, giving him flowers and gifts.
Bang!
I swung the door hard open, charging towards the stage.
I launched towards him running past everyone near the stage, stopping right in front of him and holding his wrist, gripping hard.
He raised his eyebrows, looking down at my hand, now reddened with the force.
The others moved a little, giving me space.
But little did I know what was to happen next.
Something had triggered a crazy thing in that place.
Everyone froze, including my hands around his wrist, including him.
One by one, the objects around me began to levitate.
First, it was the curtains going upwards.
Then the snack packets scattered around.
At last, it was the projecter, which somehow switched on and faced in our direction, a white light emerging from its lens.
A creeping blinding light cast upon the stage, forcing me to cover my eyes with the remaining arm.
Thwack!
I felt a heavy object smash against my head, as if hurled at a high speed.
"Oh my god!" I yelled out in pain, confused as to what the f*ck I was dealing with.
I opened my eyes and turned around.
"WHAT THE F*CK IS THIS?!"