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Where could it be?”
“Where could what be Mr. Scott?”
“My watch”
“You have multiple watches”
“No but this is my favorite watch”
“I’m sure we can afford to have it replaced”
“This isn’t something that can just be replaced.”
“Of course it can, just tell me the details—“
“It’s sentimental to me. Nothing can replace the value of this. I have to find it.”
Wayne was getting irritable without his most adored wrist watch. He knew he was being just a little bit irrational because he had a handkerchief of the same fabric that watch had so maybe he could withstand the day until he found it. If he wasn’t already in a rushed frenzy to get to work he’d freeze time to finish his paperwork but he can’t focus without his watch. That’s his special watch.
He finally gets work and despite being everyone’s favorite, that just means everyone’s expectations are way higher than they need to be.
“You’re late Mr. Scott.”
“I had no idea.”
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Day goes by, one bad thing after another. Couldn’t sit through the meeting today. He tried to subtly take a whiff of his calming handkerchief but everytime he tried someone would look over. It would be so much more subtler with his watch he could just prop his hand against his mouth and take tiny sniffs of his wrist pretending to be thinking. No one would know that way.
He almost made it to his office but he was too caught up into his thoughts and ran into the intern carrying the midday coffees. Coffee splattered all over his suit and his calming handkerchief, he’s not sure which he’s more upset about, his offwhite work button up or his calming handkerchief. Probably the second one because now he’s out of two of his favorite accessories. Both are that special blue and black silk he depends on to keep him sane. The clothes can be replaced but not this handkerchief. He plops into his office chair, “why can’t this day just end??”
He tries to distract himself, he just .. cant. He can take his own time but he can’t make the world go faster. In fact the world is always so slow, but now without those scented fabrics it was all painfully slow. He sighs and glances at his phone. He knows Roxanne is probably busy but.. she’s the only one he can talk to.
“Hi KCMP News, Channel 8, Right? Can I speak to Roxanne.”
“She’s busy.”
“It’s Wayne Scott.”
“She’s still busy.”
“The Wayne Scott as in—“
“Wayne Scott Esquire, of Metro Lawfirm. I know, that’s not going to magically make her not busy. I’m not getting paid to let people pester her.”
“But—“
“I’ll let her know you called. Goodbye.”
He hears the disconnect tone and hangs the phone up, shaking his head. He sighs leaning back in his swivel chair, letting it bounce while it adjusts to the weight of his muscles. He raises a hand to the bridge of his nose to pinch it, that pinch turns into him rubbing his eyes.
He clicks a button on his desk causing the lights in his office to dim until the light is out with only the spaces between the blinds sneaking in some sunlight. He leans back in his chair, tries to relax and get some kind of rest. He’s finally drifting off into a daydream.
The first time he came home with that fabric, he couldn’t keep it away from his nose. He remembers as soon as he laid down with the fabric he felt at home. Yes he was at home in his own house, but actually at home, his true home. He couldn’t explain it but something about that scent of the blue and black silk eased him. He remembers laying in his bed, using the small piece of fabric as a blanket, it wasn’t as big as his custom made sheets so his legs stuck out of the silk fabric. He had the tip of it tucked up in between his wrists, laying his head on it as he laid to his side. Drifting, falling asleep.
Suddenly he hears a loud thud and small twinge of pain on his head and muscles. Oh .. he actually fell. Out of his chair. “That’s what I get for trying to sleep I guess—“
RRRING ~
Wayne makes an aggravated grunt, pushing his head up to look at the phone to see who it is. It’s Roxanne. Oh Thank stars. “I’m so glad you called”
“Finally you answer!!! The Metro Light has been beaconed for 2 hours and no ones been able to get a hold of you!!”
“I’m at the office?”
“Yeah after hours?”
“What??”
“Wayne it’s 9 in the night”
“It was just lunch 15 minutes ago”
“Well I’m sorry but Metrocity needs you. If you don’t get your ass moving I’ll go take care of it myself.”
“Alright! alright! Nuggets, I just woke up.”
“Go!!”
“Okay!! I’ve had a rough day, alright??”
“You’re gonna have a lot more rough days if you don’t take care of whatever Megamind needs.”
“I’m going!! I’m going!!”