Dark Paradise

French Fries with a Side of Charlie

   He rolled his coal like irises in annoyance and initiated a divergent topic. "I have a very important meeting to attend to in two hours, so I need you to call Mister Moreau, the man I'll be securing the business deal with tonight and to re-inform him and his men about the location and time." he stated in an ever so quick manner.

    "Mister Moreau you say?" I said. Inhaling deeply, he spoke once more."Is that all you got from what I said?"

    Ignoring his inquiry, I continued. "Is he French? Oh, wait, he could be German!" having no clue on the reason behind my sudden interest on the man's ethnicity, but I still managed to continue."Wait, he could also be Norwe-" my speech was cut off by the devil himself.

    "Why the hell do you care? Go do as you were told." he motioned a hand for me to exit as if I were some sort of animal.

    "I don't care, I'm simply inquiring on aspects regarding my work in order to become an exceptional employee," I sarcastically muttered.

   "You're really useless," he shot towards my being and my eyes widened in offense.

    "Excuse me? I'll have you know that I am useful in many things such as-"

    "What? Being annoying?" he chuckled at his remark.

    Glaring, I spoke."No, that's your specialty."

    "Oh, really? Then tell me Miss Lancaster what you are so useful in." he beckoned for me to continue my previous statement. As soon as said that, I recalled that he was accurate; I was useful in absolutely no field. Gulping, I finally decided to create multiple things that I absolutely had no idea on how to accomplish.

    "I–uh–um, you see, I am perfectly capable of doing many things such as. ." silence envelopes the room. "Such as?" he inquired with a smirk plastered on his visage.

    "Oh, yeah, such as eating ramen better than a man,"I smirked and continued,"I'm useful when it comes to–uh, engineering and fixing things, I'm excellent at cooking, playing soccer, football, baseball and even golf. I'm trilingual and–um, I am phenomenal when it comes to dancing." the chain of lies poured continuously out of my mouth. None of the talents I mentioned were accurate in any level possible, as I was even horrible at the most simplest things such as walking.

    A smirking Morgan managed to smirk even harder."Oh, you say you're trilingual?" What languages do you speak?" he questioned whilst leaning backwards on his seat with amusement slapped on his features.

    Recalling the countries I previously stated, I thought of uttering them."English and–um, French and German." I bit my lip and I finished spitting the false statements.

    "French? Wow, what a coincidence, my business deal is with Mister Moreau who just happens to be a French man! I was planning on telling you to call my personal translator, but why do that when you speak French, right?" my eyeballs fell out of their sockets as shock electrified all of the nerves situated within my being. My jaw smacked the rock-hard floor in fear. Although a few would refer to me as dramatic and accuse me of exaggerating but I was nowhere near dramatic as this situation involved Morgan.

    "W-w-what?" I stuttered as I gulped.

    He waved a hand right in front of my face before speaking."Say no more. You're coming to the meeting with me. We're having dinner with them so I'll call Melanie to fix you up." he dismissed me but it felt as if I was trapped inside an enormous ice cube, frozen in place. Turning on my heel, I scurried out of his office and sprinted towards the female's restroom. Once I entered, I commenced pacing back and forth, my mind speedily searching for a solution to the crisis that was brought up among my soul.