Uhh, yeah that girl & Happiness

"Hello." She said gently. "Oh, you're here," He replied hesitantly. "You see, I just can't seem to understand what this meant." He said and pointed at his computer's monitor. "Oh, this?" She smiled faintly as she went for the mouse, the computer's one, but he also went for the mouse, the computer's one, and so for a split of a second, their hand overlapped each other's and led to a tremendous aura of growing romance and for some reason, a guy beside them pushed a small box to their desk with D— written on it… (Ok, I'm done with love making jokes, no more, it's cringe)

While the romance was blooming at one corner of the office, the other was flooding with an unpleasant staring contest. RJ sat on his black comfy seat with crossed hands. He was deep in thoughts that if one sees him, they would think he's meditating or something, but his eyes were fixed upon something next to his bulletproof cabin's door. A bottle of Bertolli Extra Virgin Olive Oil. They were nothing alike, one came far from Spanish farms while another from an Indian woman, yet the connection between the two was incomparable to any other in this world. Yes, there's no context. 

*Ping!*

A notification rang and finally brought an end to the unpleasant starting contest as RJ spun to his computer display, gently. It was from Your Privacy is Ours, powered by Mark Zuckerberg and in association with Donald Trump (is a CCTV cooperation) After all. "Who was that girl from yesterday?" RJ mumbles, gazing deep into the CCTV footage. 

"It must be a spy." Awkward RJ thought of an incredible theory. "Or…" But suddenly, he dropped the old thought and grabbed a new one. "She was in love with me?"

-Popularity—

Being popular. The most commonly wanted thing by every human being, after all, it draws out in quite a simple way, to be known and be appreciated, whether in Sports, Marks, Games Schools, or any kind of scenarios, like who would disagree? (Only some weirdos) But, little humans forget, or more like, oversee some physical laws in the circulating elements. If you don't work hard for something, you're not worthy of grasping it. it's happened way too often, that people completely overlook the efforts behind one's success, and why they just can't seem to see it, you might've thought? Well, why would they? After all, they didn't witness or feel it happening. Though, what if one didn't work hard for the position, you ask? Well, there are conclusions in that portion as well; if one didn't redeem something, it will fade soon and even if it didn't, they'll live as pawns to survive the next day, in the hope of bright yellow within deep red. But, when it comes to RJ's belief in his popularity. It is godlike, he's always in the media and trending sections of social media, frankly, it wouldn't be something new if someone fell in love with him, however… 

-Back to the Moment for a second—

"I'm sure she was here for me, and I don't mind the future, but…" RJ seemed to remember his true love. "What if she's a Gold Digger?" Or so the others thought but he was rather busy mining gold. 

-Gold Diggers— 

As once someone said. "With great money comes fearful Gold Diggers." Just look ma boi, Jeff. They're a great enemy of humanity, the one and only, Gold Diggers, or in more simple words, money rather than love. Yet what could be told to the one obsessed with things rather than feelings. (it doesn't last long either) However, it's merely a portion of circulating elements and RJ was simply one of the largest targets for any of them, after all, he wasn't old, wrinkly, and most of all… he has this ability, that no multi-billionaire now can have, their body ain't that strong anymore, the ability… to make even more money for the longest time (thought something naughty?). RJ wasn't sure but he eavesdropped on many of his employees; there are tons of Gold Diggers after him even though he never sees them, wonders what kept them out? Well, that's a story for another day… (or is it?) 

*Knock* *Knock*

The door was knocked but RJ was deep within his complex thoughts. Also, his ultra pro max senses were a little off today, and so, before the guy could call out the other RJ, Dillon K. Don had stepped into the cabin. Some milliseconds it were, RJ came back and immediately went after his exposed computer to change the tabs (Alt+Tab). He had known Dillon K. Don since he used to think Batman was Superman's brother, and by that means, it was the same time when he used to think Dillon K. Don was the KFC guy. So if he came to know there was this unknown girl on the roof last night, he might even kill some of the in-charge employees. (by his death glares, that is) RJ has to be very careful through his planning despite having a tremendous little time, and so, the legendary Raj A. Jivani went for his Alt+Tab keyword, it was less than a millisecond act, yet deadly as it was, after all, it was against a man who dodged bullets in the war. "Master—" Dillon K. Don stopped, frozen like politicians when asked reasonable questions and RJ walked to him but he didn't see the desktop after pressing Alt+Tab. "Mister Dillon K. Don—" But RJ as well stops right there where he stood after seeing KFC guy deep in the state of shock, glaring at his computer's monitor reflection from the window behind his chair. (Sike that's the wrong window! Like seriously, it has a mirror-like reflection...) The moment went mute, unwilling to pass, raised RJ's fear like Subscribers at T-Series YouTube channel, after all, Dillon K. Don has seen what he feared from his core. "Master…" He broke the silence. "Wh-why is there… a naked girl at your display?" RJ immediately spun like the Flash. 'What in the f*ck!??' He thought calmly. (Harry Potter reference) "Wh-why is there a naked girl at my display?" He said. "Why? You ask?" RJ reels at Dillon K. Don. "Well, I… I thought maybe, maybe you know, it will help me get…" RJ gently walked to his display and turned it to Don's naked eyes as he wore off his glasses. "What do you see, Mister Dillon K. Don?" I swear Don nearly got a heart attack. "TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE!" RJ yells, also trembling. "A… young polite woman in two pieces…" 

"What else?" 

"Umm… her… politeness as she slips her clothes away one by one, hmm… and the way she is doing it, ah yes, a professional… well, well, now that technique is very unique, I used to… and oh my GOD!" The realisation comes late but on point.

"G-god? Yes, God, that's right, you have given the correct answer, I expect no less from the oldest employee!" 

"I… I beg your pardon? But is this some kind of trial?" 

"Yes, and you have passed it!" It was a proud moment for both of them, that is, overcoming some remaining urges for Dillon K. Don. And for RJ, surviving even in the ocean of confusion, they have proven themselves as pure husbands, (though RJ isn't one) "The gods are at our hearts, our belief is our god, our goal is our god, our customers are our gods, even at the situation like this, God is our help, true help." RJ added some more words which simply were enough for the case to be closed. (or so he thought) Dillon K. Don was more than proud of two things, that is. 

First: what a kind gentleman this man has become and how highly his thoughts were. Dillon K. Don never thought his young master would grow up so wisely.

Second: He still talks like a virgin, which was a disappointment to some degree but also a relief to some.

Somehow after the echo fades, the moment becomes rather awkward, after all, two men, minutes ago, were discussing a naked woman and gods at the same time. What else do you expect? "I shall take my leave." Dillon K. Don finally understood how awkward the air has become that it nearly suffocates him into thinking about his wife… (. . .) 

And so, the moment Dillon leaves finally, RJ let out a massive breath of relief. "Who was it?" He spoke gently as the naked woman video continued. "Well, I'll get to that later, but wow, I managed to avoid that gigantic punch." As RJ was celebrating his victory, the story becomes complicated on the other side of a coin. 

Dillon K. Don has faced many different issues in his life, money, love, life. All of them came and passed by, many of the disasters he faced, alone. Seeing comrades die in his hands till the large depths of money. All, and yet he walks past them, regardless, the one which he wasn't able to solve and walk by was merely this one. Raj A. Jivani. A man as if sent by God at cost countless prayers, rooting for one person. He who never fails if it was a name, it will be RJ's and Dillon K. Don truly believes that RJ outdid any of his competitors at the age of teens, but just as why he didn't live wholly, his youth was wasted to make this company bigger than any, his sacrifice becomes invisible by everyone except few. But, Dillon doesn't want to open the pages of the past for solely that, but… "He has to learn about women." Finally, Dillon K. Don concluded, looking straight into his own eyes in the mirror reflection. He lapped a hand on his left pocket, overthink a little, but then pulled out the legendary Nokia 3310, the phone of truth, and dial an impossible number. "Hello Mitrown, I am the charm of India, the biggest single of all time, the father of sigma grindest. The One and Only Mo—."

"Ah, sorry wrong number." Dillon hung up and then quietly opened the contact book and then dialled a number correctly this time. "Hello… You know me if you dial this number, don't worry your social life is safe, so far. But I hate Twitter, it's your WWE champion, Donald—." 

"Wrong number." Dillon gave up and nicely walked to a person, standing afar, playing PUBG. It was Bitch Lasagna employee and for a moment, seeing Dillon coming right for him nearly gives him a heart stroke. Though, Don asked him to find a contact and so, being born as Gen Z for the first time became reasonable for him (wait how old is he?). "Hello, Johnny Virtue here."

-Introduction.—

Johnny Virtue was a name known by far too few (who did bad stuff and can't handle their asses, yeah they know him), after all, the man itself was a mystery, and whoever has his number means they have the bad deeds in their life, to an extent in that they have to lend a hand from the mythical Johnny Sin—I mean Johnny Virtue and Dillon K. Don have great experience in life, and he was the first person to ever have this number. Johnny Virtue was a man who has every solution to any problem, frankly, he was doing what temples can't nowadays, he was solving problems of his believers. Though, everyone who has this number means they are enough wealthy because nothing comes free, yeah it comes guaranteed, but it also surely is in a heavy price, yet it's also not limited to only money, and by that I mean sometimes, the price can be weird… (like really) And if you are thinking what this guy's original identity is, then forget about it, many hundreds try to unveil it but fail every single time, yet Johnny Virtue himself knows every single person's name in the office. After all, he is like a father to the office.

-Back to the moment—

"Greetings, it is I." 

"Dillon K. Don, an Indian Vietnam hero… wait, you are Indian, right?"

"Umm… No. Actually—"

"Well, keep that for another chapter. So why did you call me?" 

"Ahh, that's…" An evil smirk appeared upon Don's facade. "Project Virgin." The legendary words he has spoken, and so Johnny Virtue too shared a smile on another side of the phone but suddenly that sinful smile vanished into thin air. "Now, wtf that supposed to mean? Like fucking seriously man, who the fuck start a conversation like that? And frankly, that's just a blunt cringe. Imagine you introduce me to your wife and say, hey honey, this is a man who once lost his virginity. She will know that's true but again, why fuck do you have to say it aloud? And even if you want then do it in a way where it doesn't sound weird. For fucking real, man. Your age is getting on you…"

"B-But Johnny, you and I are the same age. . ."

Something cracked and somehow it became hearable even through the phone. "Did you get a single fucking thing I just told you?" It was amusing there was a soul tough enough to stand against the legendary employee, Dillon K. Don, (but hey, they had the same age, so there was something invisible between them. No, not like a friend or something, not at all, like Don doesn't even know Johnny's identity, but yeah, something like they were there when this office needed them…)

"So… Johnny, I need your help."

"Yeah, I know. But are you sure about this? There is still time." And now again an evil smirk arose on Dillon K. Don's face, though it also got a little hesitant for some reason, making his KFC icon face weirder than usual. Still, Johnny shared the same evil smile. "Hahaha!" Yeah so after then, Johnny laughed and so did Don, and within a matter of minutes, the office filled with Don vicious laugh, though along with his laugh, another laughing echo sound near the women's toilet. Don was just simply passing by, so he heard that evil man laugh, from the women's toilet. "Johnny, I will call you back." 

-Morality.—

A great figure of respect in this company. His fear was so great that it has rivalled the legendary RJ aura sometimes (though obviously, not better than his aura) And so when his ears heard a man's voice from a women's toilet, it was something he just cannot let pass by. 

-Back to the Moment.—

So then his step marched on towards the women's toilet with the rumbling echo. His aura shaped red just as his face overflowed with rage. "Who is there?!" His yell echoed loud but… 

"Kyaaa!!!" Well, the only thing he forgot is that there will be women (in) women toilets. "Who do you think should be here? You old pervert?" and honestly, always more than one, (like why girls go to the toilet altogether like a sheep flock?) They all spoke in sync. So yeah, right at that moment Don knew...

He's f*cked up 

(what's the point to censor it anymore, lol)

Beads of tension grew on his face like sprinkles in soda, after all, he messed up big this time, and he was no RJ who could free himself from this situation. As in all that tension, his eyes wandered to the water bucket with a mop soaked wet in it that was in front of the women toilet door. There was this one envelope near it and a name is written on that envelope 

'Virtue'

"That bastard…" Dillon K. Don bit his lips in spite and yet he knew where he went wrong. "Who does he think he is, Batman?" (You see what I did there? I guess not, huh...) He let out a sigh of disappointment. "He dislikes the idea of using Project Virgin, and he did this to me ah?" He smiled wryly. "For god sake, Johnny, just let me handle this one." (That sound dirty for some reason) Though again he forgot, he still stood before the women toilet, and now he had a creepy smile. All the women felt chills through their spine just looking at him, and his sinful smirk. "I always respected him. Didn't know this is his true face."

"Hey, you have a phone, right? We need to call the police." The woman on right said

"Yeah, or should we call the Harassment Department?" The woman on left spoke

"Wait, that is even a thing?" -Don

"No, we should upload this to Twitter, we can cancel him, plus we might even get some big donations and followers and last but not least, even fame." The one in front of the mirror, fixing her lipstick, stated a fact...

"Hey girls, how about TikTok?" And finally, the woman who stood furthest spelt her words.

Everyone looked at her, including Dillon K. Don, and suddenly for some reason, all the women adopted a sinful smile as all of their gazes turned to Dillon K. Don. But Don smiled in return and simply thought a single phrase. 

'Ah, my time has come…' He never felt so defeated.

••••••×

"Aaaaaaarggh!!!!" A woman's scream of pain roamed across the sea of the crowd, yet everyone stood there frozen. Confused. Hesitant, and maybe trying to reason themselves. 

-Birth.—

Life was born on earth far before one could ever witness it. No one knew how beautiful it was, or how disgusting it was, how it fought and shaped us. No man has ever seen it. But nowadays, life is responsibility, achievements, capabilities, reasoning and pain. But also this one thing… funny though that no one can have it from either of the things mentioned above… 

Happiness. The part of mankind. But what exactly is happiness? Is it as beautiful as our dragons of thought imagined it was? Or is it disgusting, like sex? Or are those green papers happiness? Or it's just some chemicals releasing into our nerve system…? Life is a cycle of billions of thoughts and billions of emotions, and well, we have evolved, to the point where our imagination once ends. Now we don't have anything but emotions. We are scattered too thin, and all that carries us are feelings, Happiness. And if you ask me what happiness is… hmm, then wait awhile, I'll show it to you…

-30 minutes earlier.—

RJ sat on his jet black chair, tired of all the meetings. He let out a sigh. "Aaah, I wish I had a girlfriend…" Though then his eyes spun to a wallet on his oval table, overfilled with money, and for some reason, he felt a little proud. "Ahh well, there are more ways to be happy, I guess…" 5 seconds later... "I wish I had a girlfriend…" Yeah, that's his daily routine. Soon then, he looked at his Rolex watch, and frankly, he didn't know it got this late. "3 in the morning? Well, I guess, it's time for home…" He opened his matte black Vaschy backpack, and then placed his Apple MacBook Pro 2020 version… (yeah, im making you feel poor) And then his steps walked towards the exit from his soundproof cabin, but before that, he took a final glance outside the window, seeing the motionless sight from his 70th-floor cabin. Walking through a dead silent office in the depth of night seems like a perfect place for a horror movie. No one was there and so the place rather felt dead to him, but soon then when his eyes struck a single bright monitor in the distance, RJ steps suddenly stopped. Beads of sweat crawled down from his neck and his breaths became heavier. 'Don't tell me…' He thought in full of panic. 'Don't tell me someone is watching porn in my office?' His awkward side suddenly awoke. (Well, I can't say anything about this, he ain't wrong… it happens) Now you see, there are 2 choices here, whether he could leave without blinking an eye and forget everything, or, he should discuss with the employee and make them understand the importance of life. And so obviously this was our legendary Awkward Gentleman, he decided to talk things out, which always turn out to be a bad idea, yet, one can never question another's ignorance of dire situations until the final moment arrives and his hefty step marches with a roaring echo. Yeah, that was the boss of this company, he walked like a JOJO character. As monitor light drew near to his sight, many beads of sweat left him and yet in that agony of judgment, his step kept wailing forth. 'How should I start the conversation? I wish I read some of Master Oogway quotes, really missing them right now. Hm, now let's see, 

'Hey, what are you doing? Don't do it... get some help.' (Imagination) 

'Or…'

'You there, this is not the way.' (Imagination) 

'Hmm, that's more like it!' Giving himself all the confidence, he continued his walk towards the destination where lays the regrets, especially for men (you see what I did there?). Now this time he, for some reason, could feel a piece of epic music in his head, sharp yet thick. RJ knew how well this talk was gonna turn out in his head, but in reality, everyone here knows… (no? Just imagine your parents talking to you after catching you watching it…) 

*THUMB!* 

RJ step finally reaches the end of the rope, but his heart suddenly aches, so damn hard that it nearly felt like popping out of his chest. Chill through his spine swam, no, it wasn't because of what kind of weird porn his employee was watching, rather it was the overwhelming guilt because there was no one watching porn at all (that doesn't sound right). Sania Sonari, sleeping on her desk innocently while her monitor shows all the results of the past month's meetings. 'What is wrong with me?' For him, this was no joke but pure disgust on these awful thoughts of his. (though, for me, this is one of the good moments) Yet despite how he hated his mind, he appreciates the scenery before, and so he could feel something inside him disappear, Awkward Gentleman. "Thanks, Sania Sonari." Then again he looked at his Rolex watch. 'Ah, I wasted 10 minutes already.' He thought to himself and again grabbed his Vaschy bag, with a gentle smile. His steps prepare for departure but before, he gently settles a warm blanket on her. And so, he walked towards the exit with a relaxing step, and suddenly from doing so, he saw another bright monitor opposite of this rectangle office. RJ smiled, knowing there are more hardworking employees in this office, he checked inside in his Vaschy bag to see if there was another blanket, and surprisingly there was one, and so, he walked again with a pure smile.

"Oh yes, that's the spot!!" Suddenly, the Bluetooth headphone ran out of battery and brought a sound into motion. And after it, came merely a motionless period. The best part came to an end, and so he finally took off his headphones after three hours of nonstop watching. Just to realise the headphone has run out of battery. "Aah, that was the worst thing I did today." Guilt overflows in his heart, but then he gawks back at his monitor to see The Legend of Stuck Stepsis and Savior Stepbro. (Don't google it you assholes) And after seeing that title, he somehow felt a little happy, after all this porn was one heck of a gem that he had to spend 3 hours on to find it. "But I will do it again tomorrow." He said with pride. Though, knowing it's 3 in the morning, he just thinks of getting a coffee. Well, after sitting in front of the monitor for so long in the dark, he could barely see in the dark surroundings, so he didn't see RJ standing right before him. "Now, time to get some praise!" 

*PING!* A sound of notification echoed in the dead silence.

It was a mere second, but the employee heard that notification coming from right in front of him, and so, RJ drove his hand to his pocket and took out iPhone 13 Pro Max just to see a Whatsapp notification from Bitch Lasagna employee, stating…

'Boss, I have done all the work here. Hmm, I know it's late, but hey! We have to look out for your back, after all, this is my, no, this is our office too!' That ended with 5 smiling emojis and a soviet flag. 

Bitch lasagna employee sure was blind for a moment but he ain't deaf. He knew someone stood before him, yet he didn't know who it was. Though he tried his hardest, yet found no one because RJ was wearing a jet black suit that just matched the environment perfectly. "Jesus is that you?" Finally, he thought his time had come as tears appeared deep in his gape. "You're not Cristian, beware of your words." But RJ sincerely corrects his words. And so somehow, the Bitch Lasagna employee understood, the figure stood before him was an even greater threat than people who fap on 'r/blech' (don't you fucking dare to Google it, it's my ultimate warning) He knew… 

"He's f*ucked up!" 

RJ steps towards the Bitch Lasagna employee with not only rumbling but a loud echo, and with each step, a gulp Bitch Lasagna employee takes down his throat. And so, finally, the RJ figure arose into the illuminating light radiating from the monitor, though Alt+Tab had already been put into motion, yet, everyone knew that wouldn't help him anymore. "Can I ask what you were doing?" RJ sincerely asked, with a smile, but from Bitch Lasagna's eyes, that smile seemed like a devil smirking as he was only capable of seeing half of RJ's face because of limited light. It surely will give him nightmares for the rest of his life. "Boss… I was working… But then suddenly this ad pops up and I click on it and then weird things happen…" Why does this feel like a child explaining to parents his innocence? (Like y'know, nothing personal… no memories…) But sadly, Bitch Lasagna employee was too old for that kind of trick. RJ dead stares were fixed upon a guilty texture coming from Bitch Lasagna Employee. But, he too, knew it was too late, and so, with a sigh, he spoke…

"This internet world is a very dangerous place, boss. Many people upload so many things about their lives and when you're just scrolling through social media, and you see other people younger than you and yet have a better life than you while you're here, stuck with everyday exhaustion. Frankly, this is why so many people spend their hours on this bullcrap hoping maybe one day they might achieve 'that' lifestyle. But little they know, it makes them even weaker, and when you are tired of comparing yourself with everyone and yet couldn't able to find any route to earn that life, you just simply feel lonely, even having so many things that someone might never have, you will just feel worse for not having enough, you start blaming the world around you for everything, but at the end, the ticker turns to your own self, and when that happens, you will be left by only a few choices. Suicide, Workout or Masturbation… there are probably more, but boss, this is the only choice I have…" 

The speechless moment arrived after his words halted. "But don't you have a girlfriend?" RJ asked, more concerned than angry, but in return, Bitch Lasagna Employee smiled gently. "She left me, after all that happened, she…" The guilt suddenly emerged in RJ's heart, after all, he didn't think through the consequences. "C—come to my office tomorrow. I will find a way." RJ spoke sincerely, and so, he left an employee who was watching paid porn…

'Argh, what the hell?' Going down from the 70th floor in an elevator, there stood 1 body 2 souls. While RJ stood sticking his head on the elevator door, Awkward RJ stood pushing his hands on the other side of the elevator. A spotlight shines on him. 'I called him for tomorrow, for god' sake, what would I even say to him? Why did I even walk there?' Awkward RJ curses and slammed a punch to the wall nothing happened. Suddenly before he knew it, the door opened and he came back to the moment and saw the ground floor. His steps marched to the parking area right before the building, deep in his thoughts. "What exactly is happiness?" His lips just uttered subconsciously. Deep in the thoughts, his steps wandered without hesitation nor his ultra pro max senses were working, and so without either his legendary powers, he let his guard down, which is his core power. RJ steps continued to the parking lot, though without noticing anything surrounding him. 

". . . . . . ."

He hit something and so finally his fog of thoughts cleared up a little and as soon as his eyes opened up, a handful of the crowd appeared in his vision, it took him by surprise, and so, he immediately cleared his throat, and fixed his tie, though, it didn't help him… rather they now have this dead gaze on him. RJ felt this chill through his spine as if he's screwed over big time, and so just then, his eyes wandered, to where his feet struck something. His eyes were wide open in the shock and beads of fear ran upwards to his texture. After all, it was a woman, in her ninth-month labour lay upon the rough ground, on the verge of giving birth and half-unconscious. His feet hit her quite hard in which her will once again comes to life and with that…

"Aaaaaaarggh!!!!" Her scream roamed across the crowd. And RJ stood as his eyes began to go white and his soul sat on a skyrocket to take off to outer space. He was only capable of a single thought 

 'What the fuck is going on?!' RJ thought calmly…

Oh well, where this awkward gentleman will lead us from here…