Ravel was standing with his back facing me when I entered the room. I had so many questions to ask him when I was marching to his office but now they seemed to have vanished into thin air. I was not sure if he had heard me knock and enter or was he deep in thought or was he just posing like what they do in the movies. “Hey Mr Ravel you wanted to see me?”
“Come in please and close the door” He did not turn around, just ordered me to do so. I walked in and closed the door behind me. Ravel still did not turn around but something else was turning.
The room seemed to be spinning or maybe my head was spinning. But whatever the case was I lost balance and fell to the ground and everything was spinning around me . I closed my eyes.
I suddenly felt the spinning stopped. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Ravel in his true form standing facing me. To my amazement he still looked good even in that terrifying form of his. I slowly got myself up and settled myself on a sofa near by
“Hey this is so smooth” I squealed as the texture of the sofa caressed my thighs.
“It's velvet my dear. Coke?” he asked and he held in his hand an old fashioned bottle of coke. I could not resist and took it from him and slowly gulped it down. The room had changed. To me it looked like a warm womb or what I assume a womb would look like if I were a fetus. It was slightly warm but not too warm for discomfort. The room was empty except for a table, sofa I was sitting in and a huge mirror that stood at the back of the table. It took up the exact portion of the window in the portion. The floor was carpeted in red. I wanted to know where in the world I was.
“You are in my office” he replied as if reading my mind.
"Oh... you mean "your" office. You mean you can change it as you like it?"
"No, no, it transform itself depending on its mood. Like the screen saver in your computer" he replied scarastically. I rolledmy eyes. Sometimes I have no idea when or what I have said has pushed his spice button.
Changing the topic I asked him, " So how's your day as the editor?"
"Hmm... not bad so far... a bit boring though.." I choked. Was I getting it right? Did he just say that it was boring? Oh I was already dying working here. I just realised how much my work had taken out three quarter of my life. I hardly had time to rest. I used to spend time clubbing, shopping and shaking legs. Now i don't even have time to do my hair. I suppose that's what you get when you are in the magazine business.
"Well at least you are having fun," I sighed and continued sipping my coke
"You know what's your problem" he asked sitting next to me. I was so used to him appearing suddenly and moving in a twinkle of an eye.
"YOu are so predictable" I stopped sipping and looked at him wide eye. I opened my mouthto rebutt.
" I am not, how can you say that?' The voice did not belong to me. It came out from Ravel's mouth. He was mimicking me and he was right. I closed my mouth and a thought hit me and I opened mymouth again
"It's not fair you are a demon you can read minds, not everyone can do that" he said again with my voice, I closed my mouth again.
He moved closer, "Think dear, are you really that unpredictable?" I moved away from his gaze. I sat silently for what seems to be like eternity. I hated to admit it. He was right. Even a friend of mine who have known for a few months could predict me. I was disturbed but then the question was, how can one be unpredictable. This was something I needed time to ponder about.
"Okay princess, you better get going I have work to do" interuppted Ravel. I nodded and without looking at me, buried in my thoughts I got up.
"Leave the coke here." I momentarily came out of my thoughts and saw that the office was back to its normal self and so was Ravel. I put the coke down and left the office, back into my own
thoughts.
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