Chapter Four
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"Miss Linton!"
I woke up to someone shouting my name.
Looking around my bedroom I see nothing or no one out of the ordinary.
"Miss Linton." The voice shouts again.
Wait, is that Mr Norman?
"Sir?" I asked a little unsure and a tad bit surprise.
"Yes Miss Linton, it's me."
"Sir am I dreaming?"
"No Miss Linton." He says, exasperated by my stupid and irrelevant questions.
"Are you in my head?" I asked another stupid question while rubbing my head at the scary thought.
"Miss Linton for the love of God, get your arse up and open the bloody door."
"What door sir?" I questioned, still a little confused. What the hell was Mr Norman doing in my apartment?
"Your bedroom door." He groans out, making my body go rigid.
"My bedroom door?" I repeat. "Why should I open my bedroom door Sir?"
"Because I want to come in." He says as though it couldn't be more obvious than it already was.
I wrapped the sheets tightly around my body as if he could actually see me. But then again, when you think about it, letting him see me in a skimpy piece of clothing is not such a bad idea at all but something tells me he wouldn't be too appreciative of that and this must be a dream, right?
It must be!
"Miss Linton." He grits out impatiently.
OK.........So maybe I'm not so sure anymore.
Removing the sheets from around me, I stepped off the bed, tediously making my way towards the door.
And as soon as I opened it, I was greeted by my boss, in the flesh, skin and bones with no light over his head hinting that there is a possibility that i am indeed dreaming.
"About time," he clenches out while I just stood there still......well....confused.
"Sir w-"
He holds his hand up, cutting me off.
"Don't. Say. A. Word."
"Bu-"
"Don't" he warns me.
I fold my arms and pouted my lips.
Even in my house he has full control.
All I wanted to know was why he was here and how he got in my house to begin with.
That's all.
"I have been calling you outside your apartment door for about 15 minutes but of course I got no response so I had to march myself back down those god forsaken stairs to make sure I had the right room."
"Sir i-"
"Be quiet Miss Linton. I'm not quite finish." He says while glaring at me.
"Not only did I have to waste perfect good time talking to an incompetent fool but i also had to threaten him just to open the door to see if you were dead or alive."
"You were conc-"
"I had to threaten Miss Linton, threaten. I," he says exasperatingly, pointing his index finger at himself. "I Richard Dominic Norman had to threaten someone to get things done."
Wait................Dominic?
I didn't know his middle name was Dominic.
He doesn't even look like a Dominic.
"-like a dead person."
He looks like a Nathaniel
Or a ezeke
"-Waste my time."
Frederick seems also fitting
Or even Alesso like the mafia
Yes! definitely a Alesso
"Miss Linton!"
Startled, i jump a little and place one of my hands on my chest.
Jesus Christ!
I almost had an heart attack for Christ sakes.
"Did you hear a word I just said?" He bellows out with narrow eyes while I just stood there staring at him, Ignoring his question as I try to wrap my head around his change of attitude.
"You're mad" I stated in awe.
"What?" He spats out, confused.
"You're mad." I said again. This time a little amused.
"What's your point Miss Linton?" He frowns, folding his arms over his chest.
"Its.....its just that I have never seen you this mad before, better yet, I have never seen you mad at all."
"Miss Linton." He says slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I am 5 seconds away from strangling you with my bare hands if you don't shut up."
And just like that, the smug look was wiped clean from my face as i distraughtly held my neck on instincts, taking a couple well needed steps back while eyeing him for any funny movement.
"Sir why are you here?" I finally asked.
"I have a meeting and your late."
"But it's my day off sir." I frown, annoyed by the fact that my day off was probably going to turn into another tedious working day.
He c**k his brow and fold his arms over his chest, head tilt to the side. His emerald eyes becoming a shade darker. And here we go. "Do i look like I care Miss Linton?"
I sigh then shake my head. "No sir, I don't think you do at all."
Turning on his heels, he then strode away. Back stiff as a *cough* or should I say, more stiffer than a *cough*.
"I'll be waiting for you in the living room. Get dressed and Miss Linton?" He stops and looks over his shoulder, eyes taking in every inch of my body that I now remembered was only covered in a flimsy piece of material.
"Yes?" I asked, feeling a little self conscious.
"Don't ever get me so riled up over something like this ever again. I actually thought you were....." he trails off, shaking his head at whatever it is he was about to say then turn on his heels and walked out.
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