Chapter 27: SOFIA
There’s this saying that when one becomes time conscious, time in essence becomes conscious of the person. Yeah I know, it sounds cheesy.
But as I became conscious of every second that passed in silence, each second dragged as if it knew that I was counting.
Richard himself knew that I was waiting, he knew that I was expecting his next words, that my future hinged on it and so he stalled.
I wasn’t really surprised, I knew he was petty and my words must’ve struck a chord. It was obvious from the way he was staring at me that he wasn’t used to being spoken to like I just did.
He stared at me like a tiger waiting to pounce on a prey. His dark pools glazed
with hate.
The intensity of his gaze was like hot coals burning me where I stood. I shifted from foot to foot, careful not to allow my motion to squeak across the surface of the polished maple floors, like the very ground I was standing on was molten rock.
His gaze wasn’t just because of the way I spoke to him. It was also because I had somehow maneuvered through every plan he had to humiliate me.
Yet I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t pissed. The guy was annoying, his serenity, his tone, his face, everything about him just irritates me.
The saying about never meeting one’s hero was hundred percent right. Standing in front of this guy I had once reverenced and saw as a source of inspiration, I was simply disappointed.
He was the exact opposite of everything I thought he was. And the most annoying part of it was that he didn’t even care. It was like his body was made of armor that just deflected every negative thought or saying aimed at him.
My breath caught as I saw him open his mouth to speak, finally. A mixture of dread towering like a great wave made to drown out that modicum of hope that was seeded in my heart.