A Ping

Corey could swear on everything he owned that his day couldn't get any worse, but he was wrong once again for he had not foreseen what was about to come his way.

"Carry? Do you have a tissue paper or a kerchief on you?" It was Porsha who had asked him this.

"I think so." He answered, carefully choosing his words. Now, he knew that he couldn't be more cautious around the two sisters.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She frowned. "Wipe your hands clean." She ordered him like she was the boss of him.

Even though he wasn't appreciating how he was being treated by either of the two Sundseth sisters, he kept his mouth clamped and exactly what he was asked off. He took out his black cotton kerchief which was overly washed and wiped both of his hands clean. He made sure that not a single spot was left out.

Once he was done, he shoved the crumpled piece of cloth back inside his coat's pocket, and showed both of his hands to the lady in white.

"They do look clean now. Good job." Porsha bobbed her head up and down after examining his hands. She didn't forget to pay more attention to his nails to make sure that they were properly trimmed and filed. She wouldn't want her elder sister getting scratched by him in the process.

"What's taking you two this long?" Priscilla, who had been quiet for sometime, spoke up in an annoyed tone. She was struggling on her end to keep her other feet off the ground. It was a good thing for her that her sandals were not too high, or she would have had problems in balancing her weight on her other foot.

Porsha, who had just taken her hand away from her sister's back, hurriedly put it around her shoulders with the hopes that she wouldn't end up getting dragged down to the floor even if Priscilla did.

"Thank you so much, Porsha." Priscilla muttered out as she gave her younger sister a hundred-watt smile which showed off her whitened teeth.

"There's no need for a thanks in between sisters." Porsha tried to act humble.

Corey was watching their exchange from the sidelines with his eyes jumping back and forth. He was fighting the strong urge to roll them back after witnessing their interaction.

Without even knowing their history, he could tell that the two of them weren't really fond of each other, and they were only going along with the whole act. It wasn't the first time that he was witnessing something of the sort.

"Ummm… excuse me? What am I supposed to help with?" Not being able to control it any longer, he politely asked the two ladies.

"How dumb are you exactly? You are, of course, supposed to help me with getting her up to our suite." Porsha rolled her eyes as if she was stating the obvious.

"Just hold my hand and provide some support. Also, when needed, you should let me step on your shoe so that I don't strain my other ankle by putting all of my weight on it." Priscilla added to her sister's words. As soon as she finished, she realized that she might have insinuated that she weighed more. Hence, she couldn't help but correct herself.

"I mean, the weight isn't too much. It's just that my body is too frail. I am worrying about my delicate ankle. Right, Porsha?"

She didn't forget to bring her sister in in order to make her words sound more authentic.

"Yes, Priscilla is right." Porsha, who had no other choice but to agree, went along with her words.

"Shall I, then?" Corey tried to ignore everything else, and offered his help. He only had one thought echoing through his mind.

'The sooner I get done with this, the earlier I can get away from these two.'

"Sure, but make sure your boots are clean first." Priscilla added as she eyed his black boots which were given to him by the manager since it was supposedly a part of his uniform.

"They are clean, Miss. I assure you that no one has stepped on them." Corey replied to her with a polite smile even when the latter part of his response was more of a sarcastic remark for the lady who seemed to be utterly clueless.

"Fine, just get done with it already." Priscilla let out an annoyed groan as she willingly offered to compromise with Corey's not uncleaned boats.

"Thank you." Even though there was no need for Corey to thank them, he still did as he stepped forward. His right hand was extended forward in a half bent position so that Priscilla could use it as her support.

"Thank you." Priscilla managed to force the words out of her mouth, her voice as low as a whisper, as she accepted his extended hand.

She had only rested her fair palm on his arm, she retracted it back as if recalling something.

"Can you hold this as well? I don't want Porsha to get hit by it." She spoke up, asking him to carry her broken sandal.

Corey took it as a part of his job and forced his other hand forward to accept it, but the lady seemed to be running out of patience. Instead of passing it to him, she tossed it towards him.

Being bad at one thing didn't necessarily mean that the person would be bad at the rest of the things.

This clearly didn't apply to Priscilla, for she was bad at everything which Corey could think of. Just like her spoiled attitude, her throw was miserable. Instead of landing into Corey's extended hand, or even on him, the sandal went flying in the other direction.

His ocean blue eyes watched it heading towards the silver elevator doors in slow motion. There was a bored expression hugging his chiselled face, but they didn't last for long. A ping was heard which filled the quiet lobby, as well as his mind, and slowly the elevator doors slid open.