Cliché (MUKE)

I will never speak to you again

AN/ Spent 70 minutes in the gym and going back for another hour after this update :p NO SMUT !!

“What’s going on?” Mr. H asked me.

“I got a phone call and it pissed me off, I outed that anger in words towards your son. I’m sorry Mr. H and I’m sorry Luke.” I tell them both, I rubbed my temple and sighed deeply.

“Luke stop being such a baby, Michael doesn’t need crying little kids working for him. Either man up or get out.” Mr. H says, Luke nods and sits up straight.

“I’m sorry dad, I’ll grow up.” Luke says, I look over at him quickly before looking at Mr. H.

“We’ll discuss this in my office.” Mr. H says.

“Luke, could you go to the stock exchange and open tabs with the exchanges from all the companies up on my wall please. When you’re done with that I’d like a bottle of water that can be found in the lunch area.” I tell Luke, he nods and moves to sit in my chair as I’m up and at my door with Mr. H. I look over at Luke as we walk away and find him looking at my screen with fresh tears threatening to spill.

How did we get into a useless fight over nothing? How did we argue over something I was going to tell him at my place later? I could have just told him I’d tell him later? I could have even flirted with him and he would have forgotten it and he’d be all flushed and happy.

After my 2 hour long meeting with Mr. H, I finally got to go back to my office. We’ve sorted out a plan for Mr. Ramsay and I’d have to do a report on whatever he emails me once he’s done it. That meant working overtime if I had to and I didn’t exactly want to do any overtime anymore this week. I mean all the money I got from overtime got put to a second account to safe up for a nice vacation away. I’d saved up all my vacation days since I had no reason to go on vacation but if I was planning on one I wanted to have enough money to go all exclusive or VIP or whatever.

“Mr. Clifford, there’s a call on line 1.” Luke says as I walk in, I grab the phone and answer it the most formal way I could.

“Mr. Clifford, this is Mrs. Mitchels.” The familiar voice says to me.

“Hello Mrs. Mitchels, what went wrong now. Because I know you don’t call unless you need something.” I tell her.

“It’s him, he’s having trouble. We wanted to know if you wanted to visit, we called your mother but she told us to call you personally with the news.” She tells me.

“I do not want to visit, I don’t care how bad he’s doing. The only reason I’m on his contact list is so he can get my money. I’ve told you from the start he’s getting nothing, don’t call me again.” I tell her, then I slam the phone down on her.

“Luke, go tell Ben I need another vase.” I tell Luke.

“This one isn’t broken.” Luke states.

“LEAVE!” I yell at him, he stands up and runs away. I grab the vase and smash it on the floor but it wasn’t enough for me, I grabbed all my papers on my desk and threw them off, then flipped the table by the couch. I screamed loudly and fell to my knees, banging my hands on the floor. Then I leant back against my wall, banging my head against it as the angry tears rolled down my face. I might have a slight anger issue but normally I’d be good for months and then things would happen. How could my mother tell that woman to call me?

I stood up and went to the phone, putting it back on my desk. I dialed her number, I looked up as Mr. H walked in with Ben, both of them looked around and then looked back at me with raised eyebrows.

“Mrs. Clifford speaking.” My mom said happily.

“HOW DARE YOU FUCKING TELL THAT WOMAN TO CALL ME! I SWEAR I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN WOMAN! DON’T THINK YOU KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR ME THAT BASTARD ISN’T GETTING ANYTHING FROM ME! HE CAN FUCKING ROT IN HELL FOR ALL I CARE, I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW WHERE HE WAS OR IF HE WAS STILL BREATHING NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE AND DON’T BOTHER CALLING AGAIN BECAUSE I’M NOT VISITING YOU!” I yell at her, then I put the phone down. I breathed deeply a few times and then looked up. Mr. H and Ben were looking at me worried and between their shoulders was Luke, looking absolutely petrified.

“You know your eyes turn a darker shade of green when you’re angry, kind of mad hatter like.” Ben says laughing.

“Fuck of Ben.” I tell him, sitting down on my chair.

“Give me the number Michael and I’ll have it blocked.” Mr. H tells me, I nodded at him because he knew what was going on because the first time I had a freak out like this he got me to tell him everything.

“Do you need the rest of the day off?” he asks me.

“I’d like that very much.” I tell him.

“You’ll get paid for the full day, go home Michael.” Mr. H says, I grab my things and leave.

“Luke, you may leave to. Go to Calum’s house because I didn’t want you home tonight remember. This dinner is important for me.” Mr. H says to Luke, I feel a bit bad for him but I was too angry right now. 

AN/ Oooh DRAMA! Who do you think Michael is so angry at, who's number is getting blocked? What do you think about him now being distant to Luke? Should Michael have taken the day off? Who else likes the Mad Hatter (he's my fave Alice character :p) What do you think Luke will do now he's got the rest of the day off and he can't be home tonight but he's fighting with Michael? Do you think Luke is worried about Michael, what about Michael being worried about Luke?