The Fault In Your Silencer

The Italian Guccishoes approached her desk. The clock ticked away the afternoon hours. A tall man with grey growing in his auburn hair dropped the files on the desk. 'This paperwork has to be done by tomorrow and make sure Kisharo gets those boxes.' Asa sighed and shifted her feet under her desk. She leaned with her left elbow on the desk and inspected the papers, holding her head up with her hand. The computer was put on suspend quickly, she rather not show her shopping cart was over a eight hundred dollars. Adam noticed how she frowned and lingered at her desk a little longer. 'How about we go out tonight,'he forced a wide smile. Asa raised an eyebrow and looked up.
'What, is the bar closed?' She thought.'We, going out? Tonight?'Her tone was neither irritated nor angry, just a little surprise, and she was. He nodded and prepared the next sentence with a deep sigh.'I have met someone.'
Asa nodded and got back at her paperwork.
“I have met someone” Yeah, he says that every month. 'Oh come on, don't give me that look,' he tried to smile of. She ignored her father and picked up the phone that started to ring. Adam looked down at his shoes and nodded to himself, accepting it wasn't going to work. 'Just make sure Kisharo gets those boxes without anyone opening them, alright?' He yelled behind himself and closed his office doors. Asa sighed and touched her mother's necklace. She knew she was lying to herself when she thought that her mother would be coming back, but the mask from the truth is custom to her. It has grown on her.

'So, what are your hobbies?' the full iron voice said. Her smokey eyes enhanced the color of her light blue eyes. Asa didn't know where to look. Her big diamond earrings that her father paid for, no doubt, or her big hopefully faux fur. There was her red lip stick as well, in contrast to her vampire pale skin. Drinks couldn't get here any faster.
'I like to read,' she blurted to break the silence. Asa's eyes never left the woman's face, even when the appetizers came, and the waiter brought her a third drink, Asa's hazel orbs focused with a blank face on every move the woman made. Her father coughed as a hint, trying to say that it was rude, impolite, not lady-like, but as usual she ignored.
The restaurant was chic and quiet, only the low muttering of other who were drowned out by the light jazz music. The woman adjusted her animal fur on her shoulders and looked in a little mirror to see if her red lipstick was still intact. Must be hard to eat with make up like that, if she did eat ofcourse.
Asa looked up and almost wanted to give her a standing ovation for her accomplishment, it's truly an act of pushing a boozem that size in a cloth that is called a dress. Not that it mattered, it just looked like it hurt, and seeing the look of distress on her face when she thought no one looking proved Asa right.
'Adam said you like to shop,'the woman smiled.
Her cheekbones were like edges and the make-up made her look like a piece of chalk. Or she was just naturaly a vampire.
Asa nodded and took a gulp of her Dezzaronno.'I thought maybe we could shop together.'
Asa looked away from the woman's eyes who were currently piercing through her skull. Asa looked at the way the woman held her fork and knife, white knuckles, death grip. This woman was not real. Asa looked up with so much as a death glare.
The 'get to know the daughter' attempt was far to tiresome now, and to be honest all she wanted to do now is go across the streets and have a pizza with Mr Pinachelli. She sighed and looked at her father. He just gave a look desperation and a deep sigh. Asa nodded defeated. The woman's face lit up.
'But I choose the stores,' She snapped. Her pencil skirt started to get hot and she wanted to get out of here. But her father thought otherwise as he picked up his whiskey.
'To family,' he toasted.
'Yeah, I wish I was with them right now,' Asa muttered and downed her drink.


The tired girl opened the door to her loft and sighed. The elevator door closed behind her with a loud thud that echoed through. Her blonde hair was full of rain water. The dress was soaked and stuck to her skin. Her heels almost bleeding from blisters. Irritation wasn't even remotely close to how she felt. With two god swings she kicked her pumps off, letting them land somewhere next to the piles of clothes.
The drops made a plop sound when they hit the floor.
Puma greeted her and started purring against her legs.
She took careful steps to the bathroom, feeling her legs stick together due to her pencil skirt. Everything was sticking. Asa threw her purse on the couch in the middle of the room. The poor girl walked to her bathroom and shivered on the cold the tiles. She looked in the old dirty mirror and stared at herself, as if she wasn't there. Wasn't in that body, was looking at someone else. Her hand reached up pull her knot out to let her dirty blonde hair fall down to her shoulder blades.

The next morning the beeping of the alarm clock started. Her head shot up from under the magazines. Asa picked up the clock and threw it against the large windows overlooking the city. She heard it crash against the glass, making her groan. Her surroundings were very clear to her. She was on the edge of a small expensive sofa, middle in the room.
Her barely used, yet messy desk against the brick exposed wall behind her. Her simple white laptop playing Bridesmaids over and over again.
While her flat screen on the wall was on the cooking channel and mute. She reached for the remote and started to flip through the channels. Stopping at the news, she started to stretch, pushing herself from the couch.
She walked over to the kitchen on the other side of the loft, a wooden table and kitchen island parting the two spaces.
'Citizens are in mourning and panic as what they call it 'the Foss Fox drug scam' took place this morning at the Foss bank.'
Asa's head shot back at the T.V as she heard her name. Her whole body froze on the spot. She turned the volume up and looked with wide eyes at live scenes of the building she walked out of just yesterday.
'What the hell?'
'We are currently standing outside the bank of Adam Foss who was found-'
Her attention was ripped away by the alarm, a school bell attached above the elevator gate. She walked over to the gate and opened the lock, letting the gate glide to the left.
The woman stood there with smeared make-up and two police man behind her. 'I wanted to call you first, but I didn't have your number.' Her red puffy eyes pleaded for help. She had on different close on, more like sleeping clothes, or jogging. She was much shorter now, just three inches taller than Asa. 'What's going on?' she said more scared for the police men than the woman.
The police men looked at eachother like they were battling something. Then one man sighed deeply and looked down, slowly taking his police cap off. 'I'ts your father,' he sighed and looked up again.

Asa sat in the cold metal chair. 'Do you recognize any of these men?' The police woman placed photo's on the table before her. Asa shook her head and sighed. Her head pounding from pain.
The tears have finally stopped, now hid her face behind the cup of disgusting coffee. 'How can my father be involved with drugs when I was his secretary?' She whispered to herself. Her face felt plastic from the dried up tears and her lips were broken and light purple. 'Probably because he was a good liar, does the name Kisharo ring a bell?'
She looked up and closed her eyes, feeling them burn under her eyelids. 'I thought he was a traits man in cars, they were good friends,' She sighed, her voice sounding as she was sick. And in a way she was. 'Mmmhh, I'm afraid that daddy lied to you honey.' The cop walked out with the pictures and Asa just sat there, with the cup of coffee.
Still shaking.

She walked outside of her building to get some fresh air. Isn't it strange that in one night your whole world can crash down?
She blew out some air and sat on the edge of the road. She just saw her father yesterday. Everyone just saw him yesterday.
Her last words to him were: 'I'll see you tomorrow I love you.' She started to get dizzy. The sound of her pressure started to build up. What will happen tomorrow? She lit up a cigarette Will the company crash?
She started to shake. She can't handle this pressure. Her father is now on a metal table, countless new project she has to take on her plate to keep the company standing.
Her shaky hand opened the door to run up the stairs to her place. She stepped in the elevator and slammed the button with the side of her fist.
Kicking the bathroom door in, she ran to the sink and started washing and cooling her face. For what does she live now?
She didn't have anyone. The cigarette fell on the tiles.
Does that mean she is alone? Or free?

Notes

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