IVY

005

Ivy

I have been avoiding Damien like the Bubonic Plague and honestly, it's not anything new, I have done it before and I will continue to do so until the absolutely necessary point in which we need to collaborate. I refuse to give him any power by saying anything to him. 

It's not to the point where I have to avoid him for my own sanity or anything of the nature because that dipshit simply isn't capable of paralyzing my psyche like that. However, for the quality of my work and the sake of being productive, I like to avoid distractions especially those that are 6'10. It's Wednesday and unfortunately, my childish games will have to periodically come to a halt so that I can actually do my job I most definitely will not be enjoying it.

Despite deciding on a time to meet we have not yet discussed a place on where to meet. Rolling from under my desk I walk to my door and cross the hall knocking on his door, to which honestly is just a courtesy knock I don't care what he's doing. 

He was looking at a case file apparently, which is an absolute shocker because I am convinced that he just fucks around all day, literally. He looks up with glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. They look extremely good on him, fitting him nicely making his nuisance self even more attractive at this particular moment.

Interrupting my mixture of criticism and compliments "You miss me Detka" licking his lips. This motherfucker really is a damn distraction this is beyond me. "You can dream Damien, I only came in here so we can decide on where we want to meet for the cases later" I know this man did just not scoff at me and mumble "the bedroom".

How immature can one be? I am already agitated that I compromised my professionalism twice literally in the workplace at that, and with Damien of all people so I have no intentions of even dealing with him longer than is required let alone fuck him. 

Now he's just sitting here muttering to himself indecipherable thoughts and statements. "Hello, Damien! Where?" His head snaps up "I mean where do you live" I narrow my eyes at him "So we can find a midway point Ivy" he says in an obvious tone.

"Mmm well I live in Noho" He starts laughing I don't see why he's laughing because the rent is everything but a damn joke. "You know what Damien where do you live so we can just find a spot to meet". Finally calming himself enough to speak he says 

"Oh, I live in Noho" with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The break I have been waiting for is no where to be found apparently. Closing my eyes trying my very hardest to center myself so I don't lose it, yet it seems like a losing battle. "Let's just meet at your house"

 My eyes practically bulge out of my head, this bitch at my home my safe space absolutely not. "Excuse me, why my home and not a cafe or something?" I try my best not to yell.

"Well for one we will be discussing sensitive material that could be detrimental to either party involved in the cases." To make the situation worse for me than it already was, he was right. "Secondly you live closer to the office despite us living in the same area" I am gawking because how the hell would he know I live close to the building and at that possibly closer than him. 

"You'd assume that how?" I ask skeptically. "Well somehow you always arrive before me and leave after me indicating that your commute isn't very fair where you'd be fine staying here longer knowing that your home isn't far." Inspector gadget acts like he's solved the damn mystery, I don't even care I just want to get this over with.

"Fine" I concede because I just want to leave the space in which he occupies. "Ivy conceding?" he say in an taunting tone. "It will never happen again" writing my address down on a sticky note I place it on his computer.