ANGEL IN DISGUISE , MILEVEN AU

11.

"this day off is fucking shit," mike threw his head back and groaned.

working without an assistant was shit.

"it's why i'm here," lucas smirked which made mike roll his eyes.

"i'm a hundred percent sure she doesn't have a cold," mike said, "but what the fuck can i do about it!?"

"say she had to come in?"

"i can't do that. it's a sick leave," he said with a shrug.

"with no doctors note. you know that." lucas said and stood up, playing with a knife, "you favour her," he sung and then laughed.

"shut the fuck up. have you found his address yet?" mike asked him.

"no, i can't even find his record yet. i'm literally going through the clubs security footage." he said, "which is a lot of recording by the way,"

"i know,"

"good!" lucas nodded, "i don't think i've ever experienced el taking a day off honestly—"

"hold on," mike cut him off, hearing a ping come off of his laptop, signalling he got a new email.

two attachments.

dear mr wheeler,

i'm sorry for my day off, here's the essay and the contract draft you needed.

i'm sorry, i tried.

"she apologises too much," mike decided, "i wanted these on friday, not today." he mumbled then showed the laptop to lucas.

he pressed on the document and he hummed, "wow, not bad. few spelling errors but that's it."

"i know," he turned his laptop back, "she's smart."

lucas grinned, "you like her,"

"shut the fuck up, i do not," mike denied and shut his laptop off.

"yeah? then why don't you visit the club anymore?" lucas remarked which made mike shove him, "get the fuck outta my office."

lucas just cackled and went to the door as he sung, "you like her!" which made mike make sure his door was now locked.

♥︎

el stared at her swollen fingers, one of her fingernails starting to bruise into a intense purple black colour.

with an ice pack on her fingers, she sat down on her seat in the office and hid her fingers away when she saw mike arrive.

"good morning, mr wheeler," she greeted him quietly with her head hung low.

"thought you had a cold," he said, walking to his office.

"it wasn't that bad so i came in," she only explained and he hummed and shut the door behind him.

when she made sure the door was shut, she lifted her head up and rested it on the table as she placed the towel filled with ice back on.

she didn't have an ice pack so she made her own.

it hurt a lot when she placed it on but still, she needed it to heal quickly so this would do for now.

then she went to check his schedule to make sure he didn't have any— shit!

she rushed up, not caring about her ice pack and went to knock on his door quickly before entering.

"what?" he asked her, preparing to sit down.

"meeting. emergency meeting with lawsons about their fast food company. it's in like ten minutes," she rushed out then prepared to get yelled at.