Prematurely Adults

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Mel's point of view

It feels like I'm walking to my execution. And the death chair is waiting. But in reality, I just walk through the large glass doors of Langley and Anderson law firm. The building is quiet on a Sunday morning. Mr. Langley Kurt's father requested my presence. He wanted a personal thank you from me. I was ready to send him a thank you email. The idea pissed off Kurt and he ranted that his father deserved better. Even though he is a small-minded dick.

I walk up to the front desk and am met by two guys standing behind it. One is, short and fat and the other one tall and lanky. They look like the losers at my school. I can be a total bitch toward them or pretend to be polite. I go with the latter and smile brightly at them. "Good morning, I'm here to see Mr. Langley. I have an appointment" they both adopt familiar lecherous smiles catching me off guard. Like they know something I don't. I should've borough Kurt when he had offered. "What?" I snap dropping the good girl act. And conjures the ice queen. My alter ego persona. "Uh nothing miss" short fatty coughs but I'm not stupid. I can tell that he is faking it. "Mr. Langley's office is on the fifteenth floor the second door on the right," the tall lanky dude answers avoiding my gaze. "Thanks," I say unkindly. "It seems like they getting younger by the hour" fatty whispers out loud for my benefit. I can point him out by his two packets of cigarettes a day and scratchy tone of voice. And he reeks of it too. What the hell did fatso mean by younger by the hour? I try and shake it off as I stab the button for the lift to open.

"She's hot and way out of that shriveled dick's league," the tall lanky guy says when I'm out of earshot. "Money of cause!" Fatso cries out like the lanky guy should know the obvious. He punches fatso in the side with his elbow when he sees that I'm still watching them. "Ow!" Fatso yells glaring at his partner. "Was that for!" Fatso whines like a belligerent child. The lanky dude points in my direction using his head and fatso doesn't even look embarrassed when he sees me looking at them. His smile is creepy I will rape you in a dark alley if I get the chance creepy. Kind of smile. I shudder at the thought. Besides the obvious cigarette stench, I smelled a faint garlic scent on his breath too. I would expect Mr. Langley and Anderson to hire professional security men. That is built like weapons and have drool-worthy bodies and eight packs. They should also be dressed in nice expensive suits. Those two clowns are nothing but idiots who must have dropped out of school in the eighth grade. And because Mr. Langley is a cheap dick he had talked Anderson into hiring those fools. And save a shit load of money by paying them minimum wage under the table. I'm only assuming. I'm not sure if it's true. I flip them the bird just as the lift doors close.

I am surprised to see a woman sitting at a desk outside Mr. Langley's office. I thought that employees don't work on a Sunday. The woman's head snaps in my direction and I realize she's not old at all. She looks to be in her early twenties, blond, with and face caked in heavy makeup. When she rises out of her chair. I notice she's wearing a brown and black cheetah silk shirt two sizes too small. Her overinflated large tits straining against the silk material the buttons look like it's going to pop any second. Her eyes are cold and calculating as they assess me from top to bottom. "I'm here to see Mr. Langley," I say when she remains quiet and looks at me like I'm a pile of shit under her shoes. "Name?" She sneers hand on the call button. "Melonie," I say glaring at her. When the person on the other side doesn't answer she huffs out loud. Muttering shit under her breath as she stomps around her mahogany large desk. She can't move fast in the black tight pencil skirt she's wearing. I wonder how she got to stomp without falling on her ass. The blood-red nine-inch spiked heels must have cost a fortune. Damn, she must be a really good secretary to own Christain Louboutins. The pair she is wearing is roughly twenty-four thousand rands. She could be a model if she was that way inclined. I instantly hate her when she flawlessly floats toward the closed office door. It's like she is walking on air. She knocks once and opens the door keeping it ajar for her head to peek inside. "Melonie is here to see you" she announces accordingly. Like she's Mr. Langley's wife and she caught him red-handed cheating. "Ah, my son's beautiful girlfriend has finally arrived" he croons from inside. Asshole! His putting on a show for this dumb bitch. A sudden transformation comes over the blond woman. She instantly went from ice queen to warm and inviting. As she ushers me into the office. I don't know if it was my son's girlfriend's comment that did the trick. And she's just happy that she won't have to compete with a teenage girl for Kelvin's attention. Gross! His not old early fifties but still. She offered to fetch me refreshments and snacks which I declined. I don't trust the sudden change in attitude and getting poisoned for being naive.