"They're out to get me, I just know it," I thought. Sitting in the corner of the cafeteria looking out at my fellow employees, I just know they're talking about me, waiting to get me. Well they can have me! Or my job! It's mine, I earned it. They aren't qualified for it. Being security director is a life commitment, and not for the faint of heart. Everyone who walks into this building is a possible threat. No one can be trusted. Absolutely no one.
"Um, Excuse me, sir." I jerked up from my mental rant. Before me stands a young woman, maybe twenty years old. Her hair was a short and light brown. Small, metal glasses surround light blue eyes. A gray jacket was over a light pink tang top, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Blue jeans and pink flats, she looked normal enough. But the notebook in her arms and the orange VIP pass around her neck told a different story.
"Yes, what is it, what do you want?" I sputter. Couldn't she see I'm busy?
I sputter. Couldn't she see I'm busy?
"I'm sorry for disrupting you, but I was wondering if you knew where the main office was?" she asked calmly, although she took a step back.
"Of course I know, I'm head of security, why shouldn't I know. Are you questioning my ability? Or maybe you're trying to catch me off guard?" I yell.
"Oh, no, no. I mean nothing of the sort. It's just that I have an internship here and I need to find the main office." She explains.
This woman was definably up to something. Thinks she can pull the wool over my eyes, well think again. She may look innocent but she's hiding something, I'm sure of it. Well, I bet she didn't prepare for this. "Is that so? Well, let me see your papers." A smirk forms across my face. Didn't see that coming did you? What are you going to do now, hun?
In, one graceful movement, she took the closest seat next to me.
"This is my internship slip with the museum, my registration form, and my acceptance letter." I jerk back. She was getting closer. How in the world did she think she could invade my space like this? Her arm rubbed mine. I jump from my seat, away from her.
"I'll get you to the office, right now, miss." I sputter. Anything to get away from her.
"Oh, Thank you!" she rises to follow, "I'm Hanna, by the way. And you would be?"
"I, I'm Raymond," This lady was starting to really freak me out. She was talking to me and she wasn't trying to do anything. She was going on about history now. She's one of those history lovers. It's fitting, really. This is the Museum of American History.
She grabbed my arm, making me jump, "What was that for? What are you up to? No one touches me, no one, no one, no one!"
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. I was just wondering what collage you when to?" Hanna asked with a wide smile, letting go.
"My collage? You want to know my collage? I've never been asked that. Well, I did for my job but no one just asked me. Why do you want to know?" What is up with this lady? She just keeps talking to me and asking questions about my life. I find that very specious. All the specious people ask questions.
"I just want to know what lucky school had you in it." She takes a slight step towards me.
Stepping back away from her, I half gasp, "My school didn't think it was lucky. I don't think it was lucky. I'm not lucky, not at all. Thinks have been out to get me all my life. I was robbed six times in one week and I was at home each time. That's not good luck, that's bad luck. Bad, bad, bad luck."
"No, that doesn't sound good at all. I hope no one hurt you, "she grabbed my arm again, making me slam into the wall.
"No, no, no. I wasn't hurt, not at all. I scared them off. Can you please let go?" I can't breathe and my chest hurts. I sure I'm going to have a heart attack, if I'm not having one already. She wanted this. I can tell. She trying to kill me and harvest my organs. She'll keep my brain in a jar by her bed so she can laugh at me all night.
"That's good. Being head of security, you must have known exactly what to do," instead of letting go, she tightens her grip, "do you have a girlfriend and or wife?"
"What?!" I'm having a heart attack now. This lady was crazy, "no, I don't have a girlfriend and or wife. What's it to you?"
"Good, I was hoping you were single," she grins, "Met me in the front after work today. I want to show you something."
And with that, she ran off down the hall and around a corner.
I can only stand there, shocked and speechless. All of this trouble and terror from just trying to get to the main office. Oh no.
"You're going the wrong way!"