Chapter 2

The sun had long set and the sky was already dark and twinkling with a number of stars that had come out and attached themselves to it like tiny jewels by the time I slipped out of the office and started for my car which was parked a good ten minutes away from my office in the main parking lot.

It was fairly dark out by the time I was cautiously making my way around multicolored lamp posts with golden lights shining out of them and onto the cold pavement. The air was silent and freezing outside with a light cover of frost hanging around everywhere, creating some sort of haze like appearance that enveloped every single flowery shrub and trash can into it's shadowy embrace. It was deserted out there too, empty like a graveyard or one of those scenes from a horror movie that gives you the creeps just by looking at it even without any ghosts or other supernatural creatures poking out of the shadows.

It was unnerving in a way, but only slightly because I had gotten off work late way too many times and I had somehow gotten used to the darkeness of our main parking lot and the loniliness of walking to my car in that biting cold.

I quickened my steps once I made it safely to the parking lot and soon enough, I was making those hurried steps towards my car which was parked behind a dozen other cars lined up in a perfect line as if they were displayed for sale, but just as I was about to reach out for the car door, I heard a rusty sound coming from somewhere behind those dozen cars and immediately, I spun around, big eyed and stared directly into the direction of the noise.

And then nothing. Only silence and cold air greeted me at first. I sighed a breath of relief, laughed a little at myself for acting all jumpy when there was really nothing to be scared about and then almost turned around to my abandoned task of getting myself inside the car. But that's when I saw him, a tall, dark figure emerging from the shadows like some kind of ghost or probably a pyschotic murderer. He was only a few meters away from me and he looked like he was planning to shorten that distance between us even more. I gasped and then I froze.

The sense of danger emitting from him left me unmoving, dazed and frozen into place even though every nerve in my was screaming at me to run, to hide, to do something but I couldn't. Hell I doubt I was even breathing in that moment.

He must have seen my fear because now, he started taking  deliberately slow steps towards me. Calculating his moves, cycling me like I was some kind of prey and he the predictor and just like that, my heart grew wings and took flight.

He got closer and I grew weaker and soon my limbs couldn't support my weight since they were trembling too much and so I fell, slamming my back onto my car at full force with all my limbs trembling still and my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I was surprised how it didn't just rip right out of it. My breathing was rapid too, stinging my lungs like tiny needles as I sucked all the air out of that parking lot.

I Waited helplessly for that shadowy figure to reach me, waited for it to come and suck all my blood or maybe chew all my intestines before going for my brains depending on what the hell it was supposed to be in this situation. I silently hoped it wasn't a zombie, those things are too gross and I would much rather die at the hands of a handsome blood sucker than be ripped apart by some disgusting, limbless thing.

In any case, that figure was coming and I was still idly standing there, like a fool waiting to be attacked instead of just getting inside my car and locking all my doors and windows like any other normal person would do when they ever encounter some mysterious person in a freaky parking lot.

He made it to where I was by the car and crossed his muscled arms across his broad chest. I blinked at him as he cocked his head to the side, studying me through his gorgeous blue eyes with his tousled hair failing all over his face like he'd just spent the entire day running his hands through it. He was still wearing his same outfit from earlier except he now had some kind of leather jacket worn on top of his t-shirt and his suede boots were now perfectly zipped.

Damn he looked breathtaking. Whatever gave me the idea that he could be a zombie.

"Mr Graham?" I took a long breath as I tried to calm myself down. "What are you doing creeping around in the dark?" I asked, my voice sounding a bit shaky from all my earlier nerves.

He cleared his throat, furrowed his thick eyebrows at me and then uncrossed his arms only to shove them deep inside his jean pockets. "Well for your information miss, I kinda own this whole place and that gives me the right to be anywhere within it's premises at whatever time I wish. You on the other hand, aren't allowed to be creeping around here after working hours. Now tell me, what in God's name are you doing out here this late?" He looked me over from head to toe with all the glory of an obnoxious prick. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him because apparently, that was enough to cost me my job. 

"Well I was working late sir, that's why am here so late." I answered, my voice calming down to the point where it was now just barely above a whisper. "I'm one of the people who were tasked with preparing the dressing rooms for tomorrow's big day." I added that as an afterthought, hoping that it could stop him from looking at me as if I was some kind of cheap burglar.

It didn't. Infant, he looked even more suspicious of me and now I just stood there, giving him the satisfaction of making me feel like I was either smeared in horse shit, or I was just plain insignificant.

Yeah, I think this is the first time I actually decided that I hated my boss.

"Well okay, but I must tell you that I don't like it when people creep around this place after working hours and I would very much prefer it if you made this your last time." He simply stated, looking plain bored all of a sudden.

"Well correct me if am wrong sir, but aren't you supposed to be happy when we work late?" I blinked up at him, challengingly. My blood was boiling in anger now because I was out there in the cold, working my ass off for the benefit of his rude ass. But instead of thanking me, he had the guts to say that I was creeping around his premises, like I have nothing better to do at home when I actually had loads of work to do. The nerve of him, seriously.

"Yeah well, I guess you just don't fit the profile of the people that actually hold significant offices around here, no offense."

"And what profile is that exactly?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of rage and a few other emotions that were probably anger related. "Is it because I'm black?" I raised my eyebrows at him, challenging him to say something else offensive so that I could smack him right across his face. I was ready for it, my whole being was ready to trash the arrogant bastard all consequences be damned.

"It's has nothing to do with race, just don't stay up late next time." He said, nonchalantly.

And then before I had a chance to say anything, the bastard turned around and started walking back to wherever place he creeped out from, leaving me all alone out there by my car and wishing with all my heart that I should have just gone ahead and strangled the bastard.