"Harder, faster, faster, harder!" My head screamed with dominace, as I punched the Everlast punching bag. My firm arms sored a bit at the speed and strength they were going, but that only encouraged them to go more rapidly and harsher. I huffed and grunted as I beat the crap out of the bag. Huffed and grunted? Not very ladylike of me? Tell it to someone who cares.
I glance quickly at the wall clock to see it was around 12 at night already, and I've been training since 5PM. -It's been aproximately 7 hours. I'm hot, sweaty, and out of breath. But after contemplating, I've decicded that to just do half a set.
1,000 pull-ups, 500 press-ups, 500 diamond press-ups, 800 crunches, 800 elbow to knee crunches,…show more content… After putting my clothes on, I grabbed my pair of dark brown Delta Vans and slid them on. Standing in front of the mirror that stuck on the wall, I checked myself out for a second, decent enough- I mean, who do I need to impress? No one.
I stuff all my shit into my gym bag, grabbed my phone out from it, and left the gym chamber.
Exiting the gym, I enter the actual office(s) of the agency. Agents worked overtime sometimes due to their assignments and missions.
The entire building reeked of determination, stubbornness, power, strength, and teamwork- all which I have, except for the teamwork part, that is. I work without a team, without a partner, by myself, alone, solo, solitary. It keeps me on task and focused on nothing else besides my work.
I made my way towards the elevators whilst turning on my phone- instantly recieving a text from my boss, Brick.
From: Brick
I need you to stop by my office after you work out. I have something to announce and talk about with…show more content… I have leftover mac 'n cheese waiting for me at home," I told him rushingly. And I was serious.
"Just give it a moment- I'm waiting for someo-" He was cut off by the door opening.
"Sir, you asked for me?" A husky voice behind me announced. Now, who was he, interuptting my meeting.
Turning around, I spotted a guy probably not older than me by much, with messy brunette hair, approximately 6"3. Looked like he was from the Valley. He was sporting a tightish black half button up quarter length shirt, that grabbed his torso and biceps flatteringly, and black slim straight jeans that didn't cling onto his legs too much, but fitted snuggly. He wore some unique Timberlands worker boots that really caught my eyes- where can I get those? Ahem, I am not checking him out, only subtly observing? Plus, he's a disturbance, I was trying to get through my meeting quick. The mac 'n cheese was calling my name.
"Excuse me, can you step out and wait 'til we finis-" but Brick cuts me when opening his mouth.
"No, Carter, he suppose to be here," he looked like he wanted to continue, but I beat him to it.
"So, can I leave then?" I interrogated Brick, with a bit of an attitude. I don't know what automatically got me into a bad mood. I think it was Valley Boy over here, who was currently making his way to the chair next to
