Chapter 48- Wild Card

A man stands outside the building of Cane Industries.

His jittery hands clutched a paper cup filled with steaming coffee. He takes a puff out of his cigarette before tossing it on the pavement near the building’s entrance to the underground parking.

He takes his key card from his bag. He detests the blue lanyard given to him on his first day 3 years ago but still puts it up for the entrance. The beep beep the machine makes when it scans his ID grates his ears.

He scoffs at the lady at the reception who has her beady eyes following his movements.

“Fucking bitch,” he muttered.

He looks around, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone else.

His favorite girl.

Where the hell is she?

It’s starting to piss him off. He came in thirty minutes early, right around when she passed through those doors every morning.

He couldn’t have missed her, so he made sure to check outside.

She must have had difficulties on her commute. It’s still snowing hard even if the storm passes.