Touchless

chapter 2

Adrian Brooks

I can not believe that bastard took over my company all because of clothes. He said that I am not fit for this job yet. As if I didn't have a whole masters for business management.

He’s just mad cause I turned down his proposal of me dating one of his old, crusty, little d**k-having ass friend.

I stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom that is connected to my room. I refuse to be forced to be something I'm not. This mental conversation can go on for hours.

The bathroom, as I think about seeing the same thing for seven years now, seems to be so bland. The shower in the dead smack middle of the room. The bath tube being on the side. The floor tiles a cream color. The shower door slides to the side. The shower looks more like and octagon. Pretty cool, actually, and the toilet is ok.

My bathroom is fine but my room always seem off somehow.

I walk out the bathroom door looking at my room. The way my canopy bed sits on the wall and the way the drapes are a dark purple to keep the sun out. I always wanted a canopy bed. The view is great and I asked for my ceiling to be painted to brighten my room.

I sigh, walking to my dresser to pick out a skirt and blouse that will show off my figure better.

I find the perfect outfit and change from my PJs into my work clothes. I walk slowly and choose the shoes for today.

I tie my hair into a neat bun and slide on some black wedges for comfort. I walk out of my room. Closing the door, I descend the stairs and smile, holding on to the banister. With the glove secure on my hands I stand at the bottom, looking around.

This room has always been beautiful to me. I love what my dad designed; for some time my dad lived here but he moved out when I turned 22.

Seven years of living on my own as I past the calendar, I soon notice that my birthday is in a month and Mom's murder was exactly 23 years ago today.

A tear slips from my eye having thought of her smile. I walk towards my kitchen. I should visit her but I spend most of my time at work. I only live on the very edge so I don't feel very connected to the city but I call it home.

I remember feeling angry at the man who shot my mother. I know I shouldn't hate but I hope the son of a b***h burns in hell..

I grab a glass cup. I grab the orange juice carton out of the fridge and pour myself a cup. I swallow the liquid smoothly. My lips feel chapped.

I set the cup in the sink and put the carton back. As I apply lip gloss, I make my way to the front door. My driver, Krista Campbell, is here.

I learned my employees’ names. It wasn't hard, you just have to care a bit.

As she opens the door for me, I sit in the seat of the limo. She closes the door.

I wait for her to drive away. I finally listen in after being zoned out, thinking of how to pay respect to my mother.

"Ms. Brooks, you know, what is a young lady like yourself doing single?" she mentions.

I find that very inappropriate and very irrelevant. I raise my window to block her out.

I look out of the window at my yard as we reach the gate.

The gate opens as we approach. I cross my legs and prepare to talk to my father.

The letter of me being demoted was very unfortunate. I can still attend meetings and have rights as a C.E.O I am just not allowed certain rights anymore.

My driver arrives at my office after 1 hour. Good thing I left at 6am to be here on time. I start to the front doors of the building but not before I catch Krista saying "b***h" under her breath.

You should of kept that in your head like I do, hoe; it is much more professional. I enter the building and head to the elevator. I press the top floor.

I call her a b***h in my head, as she called me.

I laugh a little as the doors spread open and I pass Tanya. She stands. "You have a meeting in 40 minutes." She pops her gum.

I nod. "Thank you. Oh, also, have Ms. Campbell fired. I would like a new way home. Thank you very much." I say. Tanya takes notes but rolls her eyes.

Roll them any more and I will beat your ass, I sigh on the inside. I walk away before she catches these hands.

"Mr. Brooks, I would like to talk to you." I say as I enter my office. My dad stands by the window looking out the window down on this Windy City.

He turns for a second. "Oh, I would like you to meet Dr. Carson. He’s a psychiatrist." Why am I just now realizing the whole other person in the room?

I mean with the little fuzz on his chin, the piercing blue eyes that hold secrets and.... My mind is slow. “Wait, did you say psychiatrist? Dad, is everything going okay?" I ask, truly worried.

"No, he is for you. First it was the pants, but I saw you with Jordans and with a cap at a football game last week," he says. I mentally cringe. Damn it, he saw me. I just wanted to be the true me even if it was for a few hours.

Welp, time to man up. I chuckle mentally at my joke.

"Dad, it is not that serious." I speak but instantly regret it.

"Adrian, I didn't ask. You will be fixed by this doctor. Understood?" he deepens his voice.

I can't believe this bullshit. I was promised he will get better on his voice and his damn self; f**k this damn bastard.

"Yes, Father. Doctor, we can speak after my meeting." I bow to Dad and the doctor and walk to the elevator with a bit more speed. I f*****g hate his dumb ass.