She brushed through her thick dark locks impatiently, pulling out the snarls and knots, and making it shine and crackle with life — and static. In a...rather desperate bid to make herself feel better she pulled out her cosmetics and applied a slightly heavier amount than she would normally use. The result was rather dramatic and definitely good for her morale. She sprayed her body lavishly with body mist and perfume, and then slipped into the new clothes. She stepped into her pretty high heeled. ”“How long will you be here, you reckon?” Jubal asked. He had a knot in his throat the size of his fist, but he loved talking to this pretty Mexican girl.“Until our brother, Martinez, and our Papâ tell us we need to leave.”“I hope you and your sisters stay a long time then ... I mean, well, I meant you and your family too.”“I knew what you meant. Are you and your brother married?” she asked and Jubal nearly choked, his throat was so tight.“Uh, no. Are you and your sisters married?”“No. We want. Usne mujhe ek note book diya aur bola ki mein un sabke number likhoon jin sab ne mujhe propose kiya hai. Maine darte darte sabke number likhe aur usko diye. Usne kaha ki woh ab ja raha hai aur ab Monday ayega aur batayega ki mujhe kya karna hoga. Warning di ki meine ye agar kissi ko bata to woh Amit ko maar dega. Aur mujhe bola ki agli Monday phir office nahin jaana.Monday mein abhi 4 din the, bahut mushkil se kate woh char din. Phir Monday aya. Meine phir bimari ka excuse banaya aur chutti kar. But then he chuckled and he was gone. Before his presence could flee I turned quickly and tried to find him in the crowd. But of course to my luck I didn’t find him. Just like he said. That bastard! I growled and I felt like I wanted to cry. I didn’t even feel him anymore. Damn! My body was tingling, my heart pounding, just because of him! Ugh! I hate him! ‘Damn you Sylar!’ I yelled in the hall. I only got curious looks from people and barely, just barely, I could hear that damn sexy chuckle.