skating class
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"There is a difference in being a monster and a psychopath." Sir Kongee, demystified a topic of no closure to me, unless he was considering the option that I may turn into one of the above.
"I only know the common thing. Both of them don't have a conscience." I replied him from sitting on the sofa while he went on touching the spine of several books in his F rack section; his office will probably turn into a mini library very soon.
Recently I have been having trouble sleeping; overworking, exhaustion and countless sleep ASMR's didn't work, psychological stress, Rosa had suggested and spent a good half day to find a thin line to book an appointment in Sir Kongee's tight schedule.
"Good observation. The glad part out of it is you have a conscience." I chortled at his tripping humour. "Monsters are awakened and can be tamed but a psychopath is an irreversible born art."
True it is, I pondered for a few seconds on it while Sir Kongee sat in front of me and placed his chosen book on the centre table. "Sir Kongee, were you in the military?" I asked because he forces everyone around to call him Sir Kongee instead of referring as Dr Kongee.
He tee-heed with his broken second incisor, "No. Would you believe if I say it's my name?"
"That's hilarious." I laughed at his absurd reasoning.
"Read this book every day before going to bed." He said and slid the book towards my side of the table.
Forgive and Forget: Healing the Hurts we don't deserve, by Lewis B. Smedes. It looks like a classic, it is: 1984! "I am not interested in classics." I pushed the book back to him.
"This is your denial speaking. Don't give up before trying." How can he say it's denial! He pushed the book back to me. It's all about like and dislike, and I prefer living in contemporary over classics.
"And return it to me after you are done. It's not a gift, it's my collection." Such a miser he was now. Do all book lovers be so possessive of their properties?
"Sure sure, I will. Let’s just remember that I am the one who pays your salary here." Teeth for a tooth, huh!
Stacking the book inside my handbag I prepared myself to get out of here: a snickers thick shake and some chocolate will be a treat once out of the door. "Wear some bright colours. What is outside manifests the inside of you."
I glared at him, while he just smiled back viciously. Did he really need to put in this inline comment against such a great mood of mine?
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"So, the trailer will be shot here and the advertisements will be done at Hansa Rink?" I confirmed once again as Yash came on my trial. "Yes, it was Dharma Sir's suggestion."
"Okay. Then I will keep my say off in it." I knew not to mess with that 53-year-old man, once he has his eyes on something then only a solar eclipse could stop him and moreover my role here was just to sign already decided things.
"When is the model coming?" I asked, and Yash was a patient man to answer it all as if he were my secretary, which was not the entire evolved case, he was a very good friend and one of the pillars of strengthening Fifeteen.
"She is running late by half an hour. Teenagers are too busy these days." I laughed at his biased statement.
"Want to try the skates?" Yash asked as I watched the empty clean rink, this must be a hot spot for many producers: natural lighting, good angle proportions and foremost it's amazing visual makes it an unbeatable choice for a shooting location.
And on the other hand, I had never tried skates from my childhood, back than with a fear that I might injure myself and it will disqualify me from my tennis games, and now because I am just too busy. There is that one thing in everyone's life which they fascinate to do but are disabled to not do: skating, shall be mine.
"I will pass. You can try." I was definitely not trying to be a scary cat, yes, really!
"Come on. Don't be such a loser. Give it a try." Loser, who? "Loser? Says the man who was about pee in the monster ride at waterpark."
"Vhrea, why would you bring a man's dark past in the middle of a fun discussion?" He whined and c****d his eyebrows up.
"You called me a loser. Bear with it." I said and must have taken the loser tag a bit too literally to the heart that my hands were now searching for the best pair of skates. Why were there no green colour pair?
Ahh! There it is, a four wheeled shoe.
Smiling I went to pick it up when Yash interjected me, "Those are kids skates!"
I stood there in embarrassment; green does signify death at occasions. Acting cool as if nothing was wrong with my choice, I went to pick a red pair of skates from a different rack, "I was just looking at them. Don't be such an ass."
"Yeah. Sure, sure. These are fitness skates and the besides one is inline. You shouldn't choose any of the both for now." He kindly explained me the different types of skating shoes, as for me they all looked the same: all it was used for was some fun and transportation!
"Then you want me to try these rollers?" He nodded a yes. "We are on a roller rink."
"You know much about skating." I voiced my observation. "Of course, I know. My wife owns a small skating school for kids." He said smiling cheekily.
"Woow. That must be cool." I said after putting on both the blue coloured roller skates, tightly belted for beginners’ safety.
Putting my heart on the sleeves I kept a careful foot on the grey rink, let me not fall, I prayed to Jesus. Which he heard and I didn't fall at my first step, but I should've asked for more steps, I guess. By the fourth step I had lost balance and sprawled on the floor, back aching and mind ringing jingle wells.
"This is stupid! Doing business is easier! Who on earth likes doing this useless stuff?" I shouted, which made Yash laugh from the other side of the rink as he paced quicker to reach me.
"I like it." I had a tiny whiplash due to the sudden turn towards the source of the voice.
There stood Kriag on the door; a wide smile spread on his face, dressed in a casual pair of jeans tee and bottom, paired with high up white shoes, a celebrity snapback black cap on his head. He was definitely a good choice for Fifeteen's representative model.
"Oh! Hi." I waved at him, trying to get up but resumed not to because I didn't want to have an epic fall in front of him.
But I fell. And he laughed. Way to start!
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