TASTE OF METALLIC ( monty gator x oc )

SEVEN

Access Accepted. Welcome, Aspen Dempsey.

A hiss escaped her office door as it slid open, allowing her to walk in and eye the appreciated situation ahead of her.

Vanessa sat afront her desk, sweet as hot pie on a winter's day. Aspen saw through her entirely. There was more to her than just honey blonde hair and yellow-green eyes; something hidden much deeper than the surface.

In her chair sat Jon, smirking at her with his hands relaxed behind his head. "Hey, boss!" He called out, smiling as she approached. "You've got a nice chair, here."

Aspen smirked and responded while nodding her head towards the door, "get out of my chair, Jon. Thank you for bringing me the unfindable, but this isn't a treasure hunt. My chair's a reward."

Jon recognized her playful smirk— she acted much tougher and much more responsible than she could be at times. He knew, however, that she was a force to be reckoned with; though a reckless teenager at heart.

"Yes, ma'am," he stood up and eyed Vanessa, a smirk one final time before leaving the room with a wave, the door slamming down to the ground behind him.

Her high heels pounded the floor as she walked towards the chair. This one particular noise filled the entire room, along with the harsh swallow in Vanessa's throat.

She sat down in her black chair, so padded and comfortable. "It's nice to get a break from being on your feet, isn't it?" Aspen asked Vanessa, to which she only nodded awkwardly at, mouth sealed.

Aspen raised a brow at her sudden inability to speak in return, though cleared her throat and continued on. "Do you know why you're in here with me?"

"Shouldn't I be talking to the Manager?" Vanessa questioned, eyes staring forward at Aspen blankly. She appeared as though even speaking to Aspen would kill her— and she couldn't stand to be in the room any longer.

"Would you have wanted me to take these matters to the Manager, Vanessa?" Aspen snapped, not being able to control whatever anger lingered within her— but shook her head upon realizing her mistake.

Her short-temper didn't give her chances to speak, and at times would just slip words off the tip of her tongue without her realizing.

With this, Aspen backed off and said, "I guess I was feeling nice. Listen, you're a good worker— you do your job, you're never late for a shift. But overnight, you can't be lurking around if it isn't your shift, alright? We're only responsible for the worker running that shift, not an additional; especially if we have no idea you're there."

Vanessa's eyes widened and her mouth shut once again. She couldn't own up to her own mistakes; even regrettable that they were mistakes.

Aspen crossed her arms over her chest as she realized it would be nearly impossible to get much from Vanessa. The woman's yellowish-green eyes now bared into the desktop as an uncomfortable silence polluted the air around them.

"You know," Vanessa began to speak up quietly, "I honestly thought it was my shift. I didn't know Oscar was working."

This would be believable, Aspen thought, although one aspect made a small laugh ripple from her system and one eyebrow raise to question Vanessa intimidatingly.

Through her laugh, Aspen smarted, "do you usually turn off the Daycare lights during your shift, Vanessa? There's no children sleeping— so there's no explanation for you to go against both my word and our boss' word and turn them on."

Vanessa crossed her arms, mimicking Aspen's body behaviour as a reflecting mechanism— and stated, "what are you talking about?"

"Vanessa, despite your attempts to sneak past Security Cameras— oh, don't try and refuse, I can pull up the evidence," Aspen spoke loudly as Vanessa tried to interrupt to plea her case. "Oscar was aware of your presence— and so was the Daycare Attendant."