Rubik's Cube: The Unending Complexity

Chapter One

Rubik’s Cube: The Unending Complexity

Chapter One

“Ben, where the frick are you?” Reva scowled a scornful mess into the crisp grey phone crackling against her ear. She hoped he had received every menacing sound behind the expletive but she knew it was doubtful he’d ever receive the message. Drops that should have been much smaller due to the season gushed down the line of her back and dropped into her expensive suede boots. “Dang it,” she blubbered. She shook her leg with exasperation and grappled for the butt of her knife with an instinctive jerk. Her eyebrow sprang when she realized that she almost withdrew her weapon on a crowded street corner in Chicago. The same drilling tone was pounding through her skull and she gritted her teeth, slamming the two ends of the device together without considering the idea that she might have smashed the glass.

“Screw this,” she muttered as she took three long strides through the crosswalk, giving a man in cornrows a much-needed wakeup call as he slammed to a halt. She snapped to look at his slack jawed face and laughed gaily at his expense. She flipped on her heels and flitted up the stairs marking the entrance to a tall, glass paned building that was as changing in its demeanor as the weather. It was early spring, the snow barely melted thoroughly, but it was all the same to her. Why bother about weather unless it somehow affected you? Those moments weren’t often with her but when they did happen it was hard for her to come to terms that she didn’t have any say in it.

When her feet entered the building she was greeted by the clicking of her heels which had been muted in the wet outdoors. She loved this sound, it made her feel aware of her every movement, making them seem more fluid. Not to mention that attention was wrenched from people on the inside out. It was like a disease, working its way throughout their eardrums, through their arms and legs and finally pushing them to look around searching for the producer of the fantastically horrid noise. She smiled confidently and then she felt the weight of the cell phone in her hand and reminded herself that she wasn’t here to give herself a needed boost; it was to kick Ben where it hurt.

This indeed would give her pleasure but she would have to save her thoughts about it until she could see his squirming herself instead of replaying memories over and over. People could reminisce all they wanted but Reva liked the real thing. She passed through the reception area where a small blonde looked haphazardly up at her. She didn't even attempt to slow as she blew past the form who knew better than to ask her if she had the proper authorization. Mirrors were the only semblances of walls along the hallway, just occasional potted plants breaking the symmetry. Reva turned her head, knowing what she was to see staring back and having satisfaction in that knowledge. She was bouncing in a way, her large steps pounding through her tall frame. She had a dark coat on with a solid cream scarf, pants that the assistant had assured it "moved with her lines" and off white heeled boots. Her hair was tucked gently under a black hat and the rest of it jutted down her back, its straight chestnut locks reaching almost to her elbows. Huh, amazing. She tipped her definite chin at her reflection, the same as ever with its straight nose and dark eyes. The only thing that seemed awry was a foggy smudge over her right cheek bone. She quickly rectified the problem with the underside of her wrist and took a final once-over before setting her sights on the single elevator at the end of the corridor.

Bing! The lift sensed her intent before she was even within five feet of and revealed its cabin to her. Reva did not jump or falter in her step even though it was a new addition. I guess they decided to update.  Though god knows there's plenty or other things they could use that money to fix, like some certain associates. She came to a stop in the exact middle of the floor in the elevator and bent a little to push level seventeen. Reva straightened up and shifted her ensemble so everything lined up and blew out keenly. Never liking to have an idle moment, her fingers began their own corporate rhythm against her folded wrists, her eyes rolling around her sockets, though not really interested at looking at the commonplace elevator she had examined in public places millions of times before. Her patience spent, the elevator opened its doors to the platform to release her and she marched out without a second thought. Though in retrospect, a good one would've been: What the hell are you thinking?