User blog:LexPetitxVampire/COVID-19

I love working, even during these horrible times of a virus outbreak, I am a paralegal of a probate lawyer, so while we aren’t exactly essential, we’re pretty essential. My boss is the lawyer of death basically, and with this virus killing everyone, I need to buy him a black cloak.

It’s been mainly himself, myself and the second paralegal at the office, I never could stand the associate who worked alongside my sweet handsome boss. I’ve had a crush on my boss since I had first laid eyes upon him; he’s a tall and slender man (minus the tentacles), with a gaunt face.

He has blonde hair which he wears slicked back and pulled into a pony tail. He wears glasses over his chocolate colored eyes. He usually wears black. Sure he has a bit of a Buddha belly, but nothing that would stop him from looking good shirtless, ya know.

Today, he supported a suit rather than his normal casual office attire of a blazer and a turtleneck, both in black. His suit was black (real big shocker there, huh?) and he had on my favorite tie of his, a bright crimson tie with thick black diagonal stripes slanting down the tie.

In those black stripes were thinner stripes in a wine red. My boss and I usually carpooled together, as my epilepsy keeps me for getting a driver’s license. He doesn’t mind it though, as we live in the same neighborhood.

I normally am very giddy to be so close to him and we always have the most random conversations ranging from musicals to the Tiger King on Netflix to really annoying Clients to Better Call Saul.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. He drove through the wide suburban streets of their neighborhood, window down, pushing the speed limit but careful to watch for kids and pets. We got to the office and headed upstairs – the office is on the second floor of a cluster of other offices. The second paralegal was already there, a man who was nearing ninety years old, but that’s how the elderly are, get there super early and leave super early.

My boss and I would normally stay four more hours after he would leave. The door had been left open, and the scent of freshly cut grass wafted into the office from outside in the sun warmed air. I work the front desk, and noticed normally where I’d sit my laptop, there was a bowl of candy hearts. I checked my work computer, April 16th, 2020.

Not February 14th, 2020.

I wasn’t scared of a time lapse, I hadn’t worked last Valentine’s Day, as I like to carve our time with a few horror films that are centered around the holiday. My boss had come over and gave me the blazer off his back for Valentine’s Day, and gave me a quick peck upon the cheek.

My voice that day gushed on, a waterfall of pure happiness! Best day of my life!

We weren’t dating. We weren’t fucking. He was just so sweet on me, and there was a hot heat between the two of us, I won’t lie. He had another woman in his life – no, I was not a homewrecker. He was a single man. But the woman thought he was hers, she thought that gorgeous man with long blonde hair, glasses…who was the very epitome of a rock star was all hers, and became very territorial when she’d come to visit him.

Especially towards me.

Always assuming we were fucking even though I was just dropping off a Trust I had just finished at his house. Women be crazy. The second paralegal at the office treated me like a granddaughter, and I figured maybe he had some laying around the house and they’d make for a nice gift since I love Valentine’s Day.

He had done it before, gave me a heart shaped box of chocolates. I saw him limp towards the desk where I worked, probably needing to borrow my stapler, and as he did, I smiled and thanked him for the candy. He looked at me as if I had two heads, and the second paralegal’s mouth became as severe as that of an iguana, and said he didn’t get me any candy.

He didn’t wink, like it was a secret that he had bought candy for me. I showed him the bowl and all he did was shrug and say, “That’s not from me.” But he grinned, and I looked at him as if he had two heads.

He said maybe it was from our boss, and I looked down into my lap, an awful blush rubbing my face raw, I could help but to smile broadly, lasciviously, like a wolf. I grabbed one from the bowl and held it between my thumb and index finger, my other three fingers pointed to the ceiling above me.

The colors seemed too bright. ‘Say Yes’. I smiled, I’d never say no to him. Another one. ‘Soul Mate’. ‘Play Time’, ‘Adore Me’, ‘Ask Me’, ‘Crazy 4U’, ‘XOXO’. I know those are standard saying on those chalky candies, but I couldn’t help but feel that’s how he truly felt about me, I stared at each candy I picked up and studied them, sickly enraptured with the candies, thinking about his heavily lined face smiling!

I felt my heart swell and grow warm. I picked up another one, ‘He Loves Me’. I never remembered that saying. I picked up another one, ‘He Loves You NOT’. Okay, that was never a candy heart saying.

At once, it seemed like a feeling oddness and distortion swept over me. ‘He’s Mine!’ After that whole he loves you NOT heart, the whole he’s mine candy heart just seemed to take me back more. ‘If I Can’t Have’, ‘Him No One Can’. I hurried to the office where my boss worked, and he was face down on his desk, foam bubbled out from under his head, as his hand was still clutched around a bottle of Dr. Pepper. I suddenly felt – what? Dizzy? No; not dizzy but far. As if part of myself had been lifted out of my own body and had been swept away.

I smelled the drink in his hand, it smelled of peaches, I reared back up and gasped, cyclosarin. I obviously took a couple weeks off work after his funeral, since I had been in charge of his funeral preparations.

His father told me – I had obviously run things by him to make sure they were things he would want for his son – the reason he gave me this burden was because he not only loved me but trusted me a great deal.

I was sitting on my couch, miserable, crying, when the news popped on. Stephany Hormuth, the other woman in my boss’s life, had been charged with over 100 counts of first degree murder! She had sent many of her friends their favorite soda brands, all laced with lethal doses of cyclosarin, her reasoning was to save them from succumbing to COVID-19.