Lovesick Workaholics | Skephalo

9. Old Friends

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Next Day...

I wake up at 6:30 feeling a little more depressed than usual since I couldn't go on the date with Spifey last night. By the time I got home it was late and I was too tired to do anything anyways. I put on my suit, shoes, and gather my things before heading out. 

I drive to Mr. Skeppy's house and park in the driveway for him to get in. I say, "Good morning Mr. Skeppy." He doesn't reply back and he just goes on his phone. Nothing I'm not used to. As I'm driving he says, "So Bad, how was your day yesterday?" How unusual. 

I replied, "It was alright I suppose." He says, "You don't sound too happy. Did something happen yesterday?" I shrug, "Just some personal matters, but I won't let it interfere with my work." "Was it because you had to work overtime?" he asks. 

I say, "Well to be completely honest sir, yes. But it's fine." "Did you have any plans?" he asks. I sigh, "I just had a date, but it's fine honestly." He says, "Sorry about that, work always comes first though." I nod, "Yes sir, I agree." 

I am salty that I had to stay at work and miss my date. I'm actually really upset about it. But I obviously can't show my boss just HOW upset I am. I look in the rearview mirror and I swear it looks like he even has a small smile on his face because of my misery. 

I drive us to Incite and open the door for him to get out. He steps out and says, "Clear anything beyond 6 because I'm going to get dinner with Dream later." I nod, "Yes sir, will do." We walk inside and to the elevator, during which I cancel his plans after 6. 

I ask, "Sir, would you like me to make a reservation somewhere for the two of you?" He responds, "Yes, but it's a reservation for three." "Three?" I repeat. He nods, "You're coming along so have a seat for yourself as well." I replied, "Alright sir." 

We get off the elevator and Mr. Skeppy says, "Send me the schedule." I nod, "Yes sir." He goes to his office and I sit at my desk. The day goes by like any other: fetching Mr. Skeppy whatever he wants, going to meetings, filing, organizing everything, following Mr. Skeppy everywhere, etc. It's constant work, and even when you get a break there is still work to do during it. 

I now truly understand what it means to be Mr. Skeppy's executive assistant; I'm working like a dog while putting on a smile all the time. And I have to put up with Mr. Skeppy himself: fast pace, needy, and rarely ever is nice to others, only towards those he needs to be. I'm not saying I hate him, but he definitely could use a manner's lesson from Mrs. Rose or something, or even myself. 

The time is about 5:30pm and I knock Mr. Skeppy's door. He says, "Come in!" I walk in and say, "If you are ready sir, we can now go to the restaurant in midtown to meet up with Dream." He nods, "Alright." 

He stands up and puts on his coat while fixing his tie. He looks in the mirror and says, "This reminds me, I need more pomade so order it for me." I nod, "Yes sir." I take out my phone and add it to my notes that are filled with all his necessities. 

We go to the car and I drive us to the tapas restaurant, Eclipse Di Luna. (A/N: I used to work here. I don't recommend working for them, but definitely visit bc its nice and tasty place.) We get out of the car and Mr. Skeppy says, "Dream texted me that he's here too." 

We walk to the entrance and Mr. Dream is standing outside the door. He smiles when he sees us saying, "Hey guys!" I smile and reply, "Hello." Mr. Skeppy says, "Hi Dream." I say, "I made a reservation so we can walk inside and sit down." 

Both of them follow me and the hostess asks, "Welcome guys, do you have a reservation with us?" I nod, "Yes ma'am, for three at 6 under Skeppy." She nods, "Yes, I can get you guys seated, follow me please." We sit down on the patio with the beautiful city in our view, a nice breeze in the air, and people chattering all around us.