Our Cause
Scarlette
The smell of sweet perfume, sweat, and alcohol was the first thing that Scarlette noticed when she walked inside John's office. Then, the hint of cigarette struck her lungs like a tornado. She scowled but didn't say anything. She thought she was getting used to it. She was wrong.
She hated how he always smoke.
She tried to tell him how she hated the smell of cigars but he wouldn't listen.
"You called me?" she sat on the couch, her backpack which contained her laptop was conveniently placed on her lap.
"You look overdressed."
"I am going to a party," Scarlette answered the man who had his back on her. He was staring at the one-way glass which would let him see the chaotic club.
"Wearing a long gown while carrying a backpack…"
"I thought you need me to hack into something?"