Late evening around mid June 05′. The air was rather breezy with a hint of cigars and cheap labor from your local workers. She stood there watching them. Her lips drawn in a thin line laced with cheap red to match her red skirt. Petite but beautiful,long black hair. Another puff from her cigarette,frail long manicured hands. Anna,but folks preferred ‘Annie the bitch’ and she loved it.
Taking one last puff she tosses it across the street and looks at her watch,cheap but timely handy. She walked futher down the street as they watched her. Whistles and mockery spilled in the air. A manicured middle finger in the air,”Fuck off pigs”.
A ride pulls up and the black tinted window rolls down. She stops for a bit and looks at the old man probably late 40’s. His wrinkled face makes her wanna puke. “Hey sugar,let’s go to my place.” Those yellow teeth,disgusting! I would rather die. Some men.
“Listen here dipshit,am not your fucking whore. Go jerk off to porn”.
With this she leaves swinging her hips ferociously.
They both glance at each other as he drives past her.
Fake ass bitches.
She gets into a cab and drives uptown. An aura of confidence floats around her. She’s ready for new posssibilities.
“Keep the change man,am feeling lucky today.” He smiles for the big tip he gets.
She walks inside Global Order Co. and adjusts her skirt. Breathe in breathe out Annie,you the bitch. Let’s do this.
The front desk attendant seems unimpressed or rather bored. Maybe sitting behind there everyday doing the same thing rubs on you after a while. Or maybe attitude is a qualification for receptionists.
“Excuse me ma’am, i have an appointment with Mr.Richie. Could you guide me to the office or tell him am here to see him.”
She got an attitude. Just smile.
“First floor Room 4.”
Annie walks towards the elevator and enters. She kisses her Rosary,the only holy thing faith has to offer her. More like an assurance her mother is watching.
The elevator comes to a stop,she steps out and looks at the rooms spiraling down. She walks selfassured, searching for the room.
She knocks and a familiar voice calls out.
Time to shine Annie. You got this.
She enters the room and stands at the door. Time stops.
Are you kidding me right now?
“Hey sugar,i see you already got to my place.” Bitch i got you good.
Run Annie,this smells like trouble.