“So what you're saying me is that you're blackmailing me to get a contract? Hire me or I'm going to make your life a living hell? You called me a terrible person but what you're promising to do to me is worse.” I said, not believing what I had just heard. How could she be like that? And she she had the nerve that that I had nerve?
“It's a promise Perry because this is a seriously messed up mess that you've been living in for what I'm sure is years. God knows how much damage you've done to yourself and your neighbours living like this. So you should thank me for giving you the opportunity to not go to prison for this.” She said, which seemed like a stretch to me as it wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be. Not that it was good to live as I had lived for years, but it wasn't that bad.
She was the one who saw it first and I'm very certain that it took all of her restraint to not slap me hard across the face because of what she saw. But she wasn't freaked out because she was a professional with years of experience.”Get out now Perry, I just saw a Mikkit Bug and I've got to take it out with a Mikkit Bomb. And I don't have a spare mask, you can come back in half an hour, but leave right now.” She hissed at mer, as she was restraining her voice because she didn't want to shout.
“A Mikkit Bug here? But how?” I said as I stood there still, creeped out by the thought of one of those bugs crawling under the mess and through my apartment because they were known as explorers of the fullness of their territory which included my bed. She shot me a glare as she activated her mask which closed over her face and I bolted out the door, without my phone, which was charging in the wall.
But I didn't have the time to grab it. I only had the time to slip out the door as she pressed the countdown button, which was set for 30 seconds. And even if I felt like I'd had enough time to grab it, I had just begin to charge it so it wouldn't even last long enough to keep me cool in the heat of the outside of a late May day. Not for a whole half hour.
So not only was I going to have to relay on the power of my mind for the next half hour, I was going to have to bear the heat of the outside with my cooling power provided by my phone.
And all because of a damn Mikkit Bug. It was that bad.
Being a writer, no matter what that had meant for all these years, a half hour without my phone and all the sites that it gave me access to shouldn't be a problem, but it was. I liked having the option of thinking about something to write about and diverting my mind from the realities of my life and the wants and needs to make my mark in writing.
I stepped outside the door and my spirits sank as the heat hit me like a wave and I already felt two or three degrees hotter than I had just moments before. This was going to a long half hour, even though that's just a feeling, time doesn't actually run faster or slower depending on what is happening.
The coolness of the grass would help, but only so much as it would only cool me for five minutes. And give me the need to launder what I was wearing sooner than later so it didn't stain and laundering my clothes was low on my list of priorities that I didn't even give the attention that they deserved.