Youngstown Demon
It's too soon. You can't allow everything you have worked for to end prematurely. The others would not be pleased.
So you control yourself, setting aside your desire to right the wrong, praying that God will understand why you chose to let this guy live a while longer. You're sure He will, though. There is no shortage of evil in this world, no shortage of work that must be done.
As you walk back to the office a clap of thunder sounds and the first few drops of rain fall to the earth, a sure sign of His anger. You stare up at the heavens as the downpour intensifies. "I'm sorry " you shout. "I'm swear I won't fail you again "
The rain slows and eventually stops, thunder rolling in the distance, the parting words of the almighty. You walk the rest of the way back to the office, your clothes soaking wet and dripping.
Someone on their way out holds the door to the building open for you and you walk in, past the security guard who mocks you with laughter. "You get caught in the rain?" Don the security guard asks jovially.
"Go fuck yourself," you say, barely above a whisper. Your soft voice carries to his ears through his laughter and silences him. You wait for the elevator in silence, a puddle forming on the ground beneath you.
The doors glide open before you and you step in, pressing the button for the 6th floor and watching as the doors slide shut. The ground shifts beneath you, that brief and unsettling feeling setting you momentarily on edge. Eventually you reach the 6th floor and step out into the office. Adler stands at your desk, setting down a stack of paperwork.
"It rained that hard out there?" he asks.
You nod a bit in response and smile shyly at him as you sit yourself down at your work station.
He taps the stack of paper. "I need you to make some copies before you file them, please. I've marked each page that needs copied with a post-it."
"Right away, Mr. Adler," you respond.
The phone rings. He smiles at you as you reach to answer it, and returns to his office.
"Adler, Bomonte, Mordred, and Katelli," you answer. It's a potential client and you schedule an appointment for her with Mr. Adler for tomorrow at noon.
The day drags on in the normal way, you burying yourself with work and waiting for five o'clock to come around. When it does, you tidy up your desk and leave for the elevator, all of the attorneys staying behind to work save for Katelli, who rushes into the elevator just as the doors are about to close. You don't get the impression that he is overly serious about his work.
It is just you and him in the cramped space, the elevators slowly going downward.
"So what are your plans for the evening?" he asks.
"Oh nothing, really. Just catch the evening news and get to bed," I said.
"That's a shame," Katelli says. "A pretty girl like yourself all alone on a Friday night." The doors open and you hurry out of the elevator. He rushes to keep up with you.
"If you'd like, we can get some dinner and a few drinks," he says.
"I don't think so," you say. "This is highly inappropriate."
"Come on," he says. "I won't tell if you won't."
You shake your head a bit and laugh. He certainly puts forth the effort. You think it over for a moment. It has been a while since you have felt the pleasures of a man. Perhaps it's time for you to once more give into one of your most basic urges. He's certainly pleasing to the eye.
So you control yourself, setting aside your desire to right the wrong, praying that God will understand why you chose to let this guy live a while longer. You're sure He will, though. There is no shortage of evil in this world, no shortage of work that must be done.
As you walk back to the office a clap of thunder sounds and the first few drops of rain fall to the earth, a sure sign of His anger. You stare up at the heavens as the downpour intensifies. "I'm sorry " you shout. "I'm swear I won't fail you again "
The rain slows and eventually stops, thunder rolling in the distance, the parting words of the almighty. You walk the rest of the way back to the office, your clothes soaking wet and dripping.
Someone on their way out holds the door to the building open for you and you walk in, past the security guard who mocks you with laughter. "You get caught in the rain?" Don the security guard asks jovially.
"Go fuck yourself," you say, barely above a whisper. Your soft voice carries to his ears through his laughter and silences him. You wait for the elevator in silence, a puddle forming on the ground beneath you.
The doors glide open before you and you step in, pressing the button for the 6th floor and watching as the doors slide shut. The ground shifts beneath you, that brief and unsettling feeling setting you momentarily on edge. Eventually you reach the 6th floor and step out into the office. Adler stands at your desk, setting down a stack of paperwork.
"It rained that hard out there?" he asks.
You nod a bit in response and smile shyly at him as you sit yourself down at your work station.
He taps the stack of paper. "I need you to make some copies before you file them, please. I've marked each page that needs copied with a post-it."
"Right away, Mr. Adler," you respond.
The phone rings. He smiles at you as you reach to answer it, and returns to his office.
"Adler, Bomonte, Mordred, and Katelli," you answer. It's a potential client and you schedule an appointment for her with Mr. Adler for tomorrow at noon.
The day drags on in the normal way, you burying yourself with work and waiting for five o'clock to come around. When it does, you tidy up your desk and leave for the elevator, all of the attorneys staying behind to work save for Katelli, who rushes into the elevator just as the doors are about to close. You don't get the impression that he is overly serious about his work.
It is just you and him in the cramped space, the elevators slowly going downward.
"So what are your plans for the evening?" he asks.
"Oh nothing, really. Just catch the evening news and get to bed," I said.
"That's a shame," Katelli says. "A pretty girl like yourself all alone on a Friday night." The doors open and you hurry out of the elevator. He rushes to keep up with you.
"If you'd like, we can get some dinner and a few drinks," he says.
"I don't think so," you say. "This is highly inappropriate."
"Come on," he says. "I won't tell if you won't."
You shake your head a bit and laugh. He certainly puts forth the effort. You think it over for a moment. It has been a while since you have felt the pleasures of a man. Perhaps it's time for you to once more give into one of your most basic urges. He's certainly pleasing to the eye.