Poison Ivy

Chapter Seven: Start running

- I should have morphed the last chapter with this... once again it's pitiful, omg. Head's up, Mike is silly! Anyways, enjoy, I'm going to do coursework - there'll be no end note this time round, so yeah, love you all. ~Talia. xoxo. -

"We were broken in to?" I asked, arching an eyebrow awaiting Mike's elaboration.

"Well, not exactly." He shook his head. "It's more like one of our guests trashed the interview room."

"Trashed? How do you mean?"

"Overturned chair-"

"Not exactly trash material, Mike. You overreact." I smirked.

He gave me a cold stare and I held my hands up in surrender. "Go on."

"-the coffee table is now covered in a web of cracks, and when the cleaner went to open the door, the handle came loose."

I broke the handle whilst jamming the chair by the door but I must have been too caught up in Andy to realise.

We'd also internally shattered the glass coffee table, but it had been dark so we hadn't realised.

"Is that it?" I asked trying to shake off the urge to laugh and cry at the same time.

"The blinds were found on the floor all twisted and snapped, but that was the last of the damage found."

"Oh," I nodded, now genuinely confused as to why the blinds had been sabotaged. "Well, uh... any idea who it could have been?"

"No, but that's why I was asking you."

I stared at him blankly and when he noticed I hadn't understood he explained.

"Penny from reception said you'd come back?"

I nodded slowly still not understanding.

"And she said you'd left rather late... perhaps you may have seen something or someone?" he urged.

"Oh... Oh, no. Nope, I didn't see anyone she wouldn't have, anyways." I answered confidently.

"Ok, well if you do remember seeing anyone else, let me know?"

"Of course."

"Now, I know you'll probably refuse profusely, but is there in way you could rescheduleandybiersacksinterview?" Mike quick fired, in a mumble.

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. "Say again?"

"I said, could you, please, reschedule Andy's interview?"

"You are joking, right?"

"Ivy, pretty please. I'm begging you." Mike flashed me a great big smile and I shook my head defiantly.

"Mike, I already told you no yesterday."

"I know you did. But what if I told you he was coming to apologise and I'd already arranged for you to fix up his next interview?"

"Then I'd tell you to start running." I replied in monotone.

"He's not good with running." I heard a voice pipe up.

Turning to look at the culprit who intervened in what was about to be a brawl between interviewer and his intern, I scowled.

"You fixed it so I couldn't possibly refuse profusely, didn't you?"

"So you'll do it then?" Mike's previous fearful expression lightened and he smiled warmly at the five men stood before us.

"Where am I supposed to do it though?" I asked "You told me the interview room was trashed." My eyes flickered to those of Andy, who was stood stifling his laughter.

"Well, I'm sure you can carry out an interview minus the coffee table, a chair and blinds." Mike shrugged.

"What kind of working conditions are those?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Imaginative working conditions. Just pretend you have them and you'll never know the difference." Ashley laughed.