Love Assistant / Venable Fanfiction

Chapter 32 - Business trip Part II

*Venable's POV*

Half an hour after I dialed his number, I see the slender figure of Eliot walking down the hallway towards my office. The hallway is long enough to give me time to examine every detail of his appearance. For a slim, poorly muscled and rather unattractive man, he has a very high level of self-confidence. Watching him like that, I remember how he asked out y/n and I suddenly like him even less, if that was possible. As he opens the glass door to my office he smiles at me arrogantly.

"Is she in?" Eliot asks, pointing to y/n's office door, without even greeting me, assuming he was called in for an appointment with her. It makes me sick of how important he thinks he is...

"No, she is not," I answer coldly, "in fact she is on a business trip," as I add this information I see how his face loses all its color. He just realized that she went to the exact robotics fair that he told his other employer she wouldn't go to.

"Ehm, well," he chuckles nervously for a second, trying to recompose himself, "why did you call me then?"

"Because I am the one who needs to speak to you for a change," I say and he suddenly looks a little relieved.

"Oh," he now wears a smug grin, "in that case Wilhemina, I am afraid I have to disappoint you," he explains and I am more confused than ever. What the hell is he talking about?

"What?" I ask with a hint of anger, "what do you mean?"

"Oh, no need to be pissed now," he defends himself, "I am sorry, but I am just not into redheads," he adds and now I am finally understanding. He thinks I wanted to ask him out...

I can't help but laugh out loud. "Oh, you can not be serious," I say, "you actually think I would hit on you?" I start to laugh again, "You really have a problem with excessively increased self-esteem and an overwhelming incorrect self-perception."

He looks at me confused, frowning as I have finally calmed down from my laughing.

"Seriously, I think I have to thank you," I start with a more calm voice, "I haven't laughed that bad in a few days," my tone gets lower and more serious, "now sit down, we have something to discuss."

He pulls the extra chair on my desk and sits down, "what could you possibly have to discuss with me," he emphasizes the 'you' as if he was talking to someone of the cleaning personnel, which wouldn't be ok either, because those people deserve every respect too. His gaze wanders through the room briefly, "and since when are cats allowed in this building?"

"That's none of your business," I start, but he cuts me off.

"In fact it is... As the head of the quality control department I have to know such things.." he explains arrogantly.

"Speaking of which," I start with a grin, "you don't have to worry about those things in the future anymore."

"What are you talking about?" he now asks, a little insecure.

"I mean that as of today, your snitch skills will no longer be needed in this company. We are terminating your contract, effective immediately. In the basis of 'fuck you, you rat... "

"You can not do that!" he raises his voice, "you have to retain a period of notice. It's written down in my contract..."

"I can, and I am... " I say with a low almost spooky tone of voice, "and just to add... you can call yourself veeery lucky if his company doesn't sue your sorry ass for giving away confidential information."

"I... ehm.. I... " he stutters, trying to defend himself, "this will have consequences... Expect to hear from my lawyer! "

I chuckle, "I want you and your empty threats out of this building in half an hour," I say and point towards the door, "Have him contact me and we'll discuss taking you to court... " I add and his eyes widen at the prospect.