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Ilogicallyknow that the human body doesn’t spew words or colors; however, due to my condition, my brain is always on a mission to prove otherwise.
Or at the very least get me toacknowledgeotherwise.
Which I do.
Just not aroundmostpeople.
Redirecting my focus to his narrowed gray stare is preceded by me politely thanking Melissa for the hot morning beverage and dismissing her. “Mr. Reynolds-”
“Why the fuck have I been passed over for the last three top tier PS assignments?!” His balled fist pounds the open space near my toffee brown hand prompting me to mimic the action on my nearby stapler. Being taken off guard by my response stumbles him backwards and changes the shade of his words from red to pink. “Did you just try to fucking staple me?!”
“No,” I calmly retort, adjusting the hot pink tool to its rightful position, “I staplednextto you.” Once the object is properly angled, I meet his gaze again. “A…warning…staple if you will.”
The cursed grunt that he presents matches his earlier expelled shade.
Most people hear words and tones, but because I havesynesthesia – a condition where my senses are crossed – I see words and hear colors.
And depending on their shades, as well as their movements, indicates how to respond.
Like now.
Most people would’ve heard Reynold’s tone and felt threatened, assumed he was in a fit of ire and ready to attack yet Isawits color, which wasn’t fire engine red so much as something you could pull out of an elementary school box of crayons indicatingirritationrather than rage. And yes, his words rapidly poured from his mouth, presenting a sense of danger, but the way they stacked so haphazardly versus precise, it’s clear he’s flustered.
Frustrated.
A toddler on the brink of a tantrum that no one – self especially – is in the mood to listen to.
I didn’t get enough sleep last night for this shit.
Woes of your favorite hockey team going into OT and then having to text your dadandyour best friend – who are also fans – about the whole thing, I guess.
“Mr. Reynolds,” pulling my unicorn coffee cup closer allows me a moment to steady my own voice, “I understand your current dissatisfaction-”
“You’re damn right I’m not fucking satisfied!”
“However, do you honestly believe it is inyourbest interest to barge in here, bark complaints at me like a pissed off pug on his way to the vet, and bang my shit around like someone going a little too hard at a Fall Out Boy concert? And that’s coming from a woman whowouldgo a little too hard at a Fall Out Boy concert.”
Disbelief over the comparisons tumbles his jaw downward.
“You are offered assignments that have been evaluated as good fits foryoubutmore importantly,good fits forthe clientswho arepayingfor our services.” Leaning back in my leather seat occurs between sentences. “This is not a popularity contest, Mr. Reynolds – although if it were, you would besignificantlylosing.”
“Excu-”
“This is also not about who can out peacock who – though again, if it were you’d beepicallylosing.”
“I-”
“And contrary to what circles around the cappuccino machine, this shit isn’t even about seniority, something you had in Highland butdo not havehere in Dalvegan.”
His mouth clamps closed.
“The simple truth is there’snoemotional factor that plays into matching clientneedsto capable agents. Everything is purely analytical. Every offer is based solely on risk analysis, completion statistics, and behavioral patterns, which are done through the highly advanced algorithm I assist in setting – and continuouslyresetting– the parameters for prior to being verified one last time by me as to minimize the number of mismatches and wasted resourcesduringan assignment.” Indulging in a small sip of my sweet beverage easily lifts my mood. “Now, you are more than welcome to change branches again, Mr. Reynolds – off the top of my head I know Vegas has a few openings – however, let meremind youthat it does not matterwhichbranch you transfer to, we all use the same basic program to aid in case assignments. If you don’t like what you’re being assigned, perhaps it’s time to either hone different skillsets or perform better in the field considering your last two ops had subpar results.”
“What the fuck did you just say to me, keyboard princess?”
This time the shade of his words are not only startlingly bright but precisely stacked on top of another.
Luckily for me, the person I adore most in the world that just so happens to also house the most irresistible hues of blue when he speaks, winds his hand forcefully around the back of the employee’s neck and hums, “I know you’re not givin’ my favorite woman in the world hell, are you, Reynolds?”
