“Why are you doing this? WHY THE F*CK WOULD YOU DO THIS?” He tightens his muscles, fists clenched. His nails are digging into his skin and his fingers are slowly turning white.
“Those opinions are my own and my own only.” My heart is pounding, and my poker face is about to lose out.
“Who are you? Are you out to ruin me? THAT SH*T WENT VIRAL.” A vein on the side of his head has started pulsing.
“No, I’m simply exposing the unfortunate truth.”
He turns towards me, face flushed red with anger. “You just want to get me bankrupt don’t you? You just want me to give this up don’t you? After all the time and hard work that I put into it? AFTER BUILDING UP MY REPUTATION AND LIFE FROM IT. WHY THE F*CK WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU.”
“I’m not out to get you. I’m just telling the truth.”
He’s now yelling inconceivable slurs and smashing things off of his desk. He stops just short of knocking his prized augmented reality headset, his EyeChange. I swerve on my heels and attempt to leave, as Will has texted that he is right down the stairs waiting with his car. He catches my shirt collar just in time and swings. The last thing I remember is Will pounding up the stairs and then the world went black.
She dons what she calls, “her cutest top,” which in reality is just another collared flannel shirt with a nice pattern. Her black boots are laced up and her dark jeans are tucked under the flaps. She gels her short hair, accentuating her part. She makes sure that her jeans aren’t too tight. It’s the androgynous look she’s going for, as she makes her way to one of the bars that welcomes both the queer and straight, the questionable and the moral, the suspicious and the conspicuous.
It’s the first time she’s ventured out like this in five years. And she’s nervous.
“What the f*ck am I doing? Why am I doing this?”