The bizzaro world

Chapter five

This...was the bizarro world, Lin wei thought with a smile. In the bizarro world, the ceilings are pristine and the air smell of chlorine and crisp autumn flowers. 

No lodging racoons smell or the rusty old tap that leaks. 

This couldn't be the real world.

 Lin wei burrowed deep into the softest bed she ever had the good luck to lay on, it was silky and soft unlike the scratchy air tight matress that she sleeps on. 

Suddenly, a cold finger flicked her forehead and her eyes snapped open with a yelp. 

She sat straight on the bed, yawning to clear the hazy fog and she let go of the bizzaro fantasy unwillingly. 

She blinked. She blinked again. She was on eye level with a wall. Not a wall, but a broad big chest that seem to be made of brick and cement. 

She fancied she could see the outline of his pecs and the huge slab of muscles on his chest. Wow, his suit made be tailor-made. 

"If you're done checking me out, we should talk business" A dark brooding voice said flatly. 

Lin wei craned her neck,and she was finally staring into his face. She resisted the urge to shudder as the voice sounded so robotic and cold. 

And dear Lord! What a face! 

He was handsome in a way that made the word itself seem like an inferior qualification. Square jaw, perfect brow and a long eyelash fanning the most exquisite blue eyes she'd ever seen. Blue eyes...where had she seen such blue eyes that was sculpted from the deepest and coldest ice in Antarctica. 

Then everything slammed into her in a rush. The accident..her chicken, the crack on her head, or was it her spine? He was there! 

Everything was finally measuring up. The white pristine ceiling, the soft bed, the chlorine smell. She was really in the hospital! 

"Who are you?" She squeaked. She quickly averted her gaze from the soul-sucking blue bottomless pit that was rapidly drawing her in. 

"That should be the least of your concern," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand.

How could someone be here and yet feel so surreal and far away? His elegant fingers was crossed as he rested his chin on them, staring curiously down at her. 

It was that type of curiosity that would normally made her unfortunately and her skin crawl, but it was different_with him. 

It made her feel giddy and somehow lightheaded to be the source of his uncalled for curiosity. __and that was when she knew she had to snap out of it. 

What's this? Why was she feeling giddy?

It must be the anaesthetic. Wait__she didn't undergo surgery did she? 

"Yeah. Be there in five" the man replied into the phone. 

Lin wei stared at is jaw, his throat and his lips like a moron. When did his phone ring? Wow, it had to be a rich people thing, she mussed to herself. 

If her phone was to ring right now, the people at the lobby would be able to hear and they'll think it's a zombie apocalypse. 

"There was an accident," He announced to her.

"There...was an accident?" She repeated dumbly. Seriously, something had to be wrong with her brain. 

He ignored her sentence and lunged into an explanation of what happened and how he had to put his stockholders meeting on hold. He finished his monologue with a tap on his watch and he pinched his brow. 

His face was perfectly blank, devoid of any expression but there was something lurking in his eyes. It was frustration, Lin wei surmised. 

He had to be some big catch. What an interesting life that was. 

"I'd write you a check to cover for the damage done to your scooter, but I'm afraid it isn't done that way" she heard him say. 

"It isn't done what way?" She asked. 

Yes yes, she hadn't been following his words. 

The slight raise in his brow and his stern eyes made her feel a bit reprimanded. Who could blame her though? 

"We've gone through the footage of the accident and while it was clear that my dri.." he paused, looks like he was about to say something but he deemed it unnecessary and continued, in that acridly polite yet taunting voice of his. "My secretary was in a temporary trance and an unclear state of mind, you weren't exactly faultless". 

She tried, she really did. She strained for an amicable and polite voice like his, and when she was finally able to keep the string of insulting words at bay, she managed an airy, "And what, pray tell, is my fault?"

She quickly ransacked her memories and gouged the situation with her other eye. She picked up the chicken to be the delivered, yes. 

She strapped the chicken to the scooter, yes. She board her scooter and stopped at the traffic light! 

Where was the fault? How was she at fault? 

She was still fuming, when his deep voice pierced her raging fog. 

"If you had stopped and I mean, stopped on the bike lane, the accident wouldn't have happened..." 

"Excuse me??" She cut his speech short with a screech that very well bothered on the verge of insanity. 

"I was perfectly on the bike lane.." 

"You were not" he said calmly. 

"There was five more inches measured from where your scooter was parked and the demacation line," he argued with absolute calm. 

Lin wei wanted to punch his aristocratic straight nose and ruffle his hair for perfect measure. 

"Boss I think.." a young man stopped mid sentence, phone hanging in the air. His eyes widened at the scene in front of him. 

What in the name of sweet Christ is going on here? 

His boss, his ever perfectly unruffled, blank stare boss was narrowing his eyes menacingly at the sickly bundle of a woman on the bed. 

Did he imagine it, or was his boss nostril flared? 

Did his boss just did something remotely human, like arguing??

This feels like a bizzaro world, he thought to himself with a shudder. A world in which the impossible happens.