Fix it!

Klaus’s POV

Well, back when I told Dahlia we would start working on the office today, she didn’t even acknowledge whether she heard me or not but we both know she heard me perfectly because she showed up at the office after school anyway. Actually, she got there before me because I had to let Stormie know that I must stay behind after school from today till God knows when. She was quite infuriated because that would mean she had to find a ride, pick the bus or wait for me. Stormie violently kicked my car tyre and walked off cussing at me when I refused to let her drive home since she didn’t have a driver’s license

Hurriedly, I unlock the office and go in with Dahlia. I walk to the center of the not-so-tiny office and take a good look around. There is an oddly placed desk, an in-built cupboard in one of the corners, a long and wide bookshelf with piles of disorganized books on it. Some windows have curtains while others do not. The carpet is tattered close to the desk. On the desk stood a broken flower vase with withered flowers in it. I really wondered how one could be any productive in such a poorly kept office. I pick my phone and take a few shots and a short video of the whole place.

That was when I remembered Dahlia was also in the office. Why is she unusually calm? I decide to break the silence since we had to work.

“So, what next? Any ideas?”, I turned to her and asked.

She shrugged her shoulders without even looking up at me. Alright. Since she decided to act this way, I also decided to be the one calling the shots. Or else, with her little attitude of indifference right now, we wouldn’t get any work done today and I’m not ready to spend my whole life in this stuffy office.

“The bookshelf must be moved from the wall. Let’s start with taking the books off.”, I say while moving toward the bookshelf. I carry piles of books and place them on the floor in the center of the office. Dahlia, clearly reluctantly unfolds her arms and does same. Soon, the lower part of the bookshelf was cleared of all books. I noticed Dahlia couldn’t reach the books on the top part of the shelf.

“I’ll handle those. Sit and work on a better mood board.”, I intentionally ordered her to stir up a reaction.

She obediently sat and whipped out her tablet. When I was done clearing the top part of the shelf, I walked over to see her progress on the new mood board. It pierced my ego to see this daring girl playing a game instead on her tablet. I didn’t want to jump into conclusions so I hoped she actually made a new mood board.

“I’d like to see the new mood board.”, I requested.

“What exactly do you think you are?! Since you hate the first one so much, fix it yourself, boss!”, she yelled at me. Yes, this is the reaction I was looking for. The real, nasty tempered Dahlia. She was holding it in, she definitely was, but I wish I knew why.

“Ruined objects in this room need to be replaced but the only thing that needs fixing here is your attitude.”, I calmly said, picked my bag and walked out of the office. I noticed the hurt in her eyes when I said those words to her. I meant it, true. But I never intended to hurt her in anyway. Yes, she’s been a nightmare to many and I only wanted to remind her of the kind of person she was since she had probably forgotten in the past few days where she hasn’t been herself.