Who: Poseidon [Narrative] What: Figuring out that his dearest little wife has left him. When: Wednesday morning, December 21, 2010 Where: Poseidon's office Warnings: Cursing
She hadn't returned that night quite the unusual occurrence for Amphitrite. When he'd called her cell it lead him down the stairs and to the pantry where she'd stashed the phone. Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. Nothing was in disarray, no missing clothes, suitcase, nothing except her passport which he'd noticed after tearing down the house looking for any traces of where she'd been.
He sat in his office Wednesday morning staring off into space hellbent on telling himself that she would have never been so stupid as to leave him. He was her world, she wouldn't even dare. His receptionist was the first to witness his rage when she brought him in a cup of coffee and the daily newspaper, a few files for the start of the day.
"Sir," she said shyly feeling uncomfortable at the way he sat silent, eyes locked forward, pen grinding into the nicely furnished desk. He looked as if he was ready to tear something apart.
"Here are the reports for the meeting," she started, placing them in front of him until he looked up so coldly she shivered.
"Get out," he demanded snapping the pen in half. She didn't, just frozen in place as he stood and started to pace the room, collar undone, tie loosely hanging around his neck.
He lost it completely when she asked if his wife would be stopping by today, his eyes turning a dark shade of blue once he grabbed the clear paperweight on his desk and hurled it across the room through the glass pane door. It shattered into a million different pieces causing the girl to scream and stare at him in horror quickly making her way over the glass in her high heels to get out the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest, not sure if she should call the police or not.
Poseidon paced the room again, breath shaky as he hung more onto the thought that Amphitrite may not be coming back. He'd never expected her to even try. "Vindictive little bitch," he fumed. She'd run from him again, which nearly broke him inside. He'd known her better than that, she'd known him better than that. No one held Poseidon's heart as tightly as Amphitrite. He may run around, tail after one girl after the other to fill this empty void inside, but Amphitrite was his soul. Something about that girl stirred him like no one else, and he promised himself from the beginning that she would never be away from his side. He'd wanted her in a way he'd never wanted any woman.
It made him sick inside how manipulative this was, how well the tables had turned. She was pulling him down without even realizing it, making him eat his words. She wouldn't get away with this, nor would she be gone for long. Poseidon wasn't about to let her leave with his heart. Damn money and everything else, he just wanted her back where she belonged. With him.
Ripping the phone from it's holder he pounded away on the keys with various numbers. If she thought he wouldn't try to find her then she was mistaken. He had his spies. If they failed to find her, there would be hell to pay.