Avery

~13~

It's been 2 weeks since I saw Avery.

2 weeks since I heard her voice. Since I kissed her.

I mean, her voice in person at least, she calls me to ramble about some grumpy old men complaining about overcooked muffins almost every day.

I agreed to leave her to think, I know, but I just don't know how much longer I can deal with the fact I can't reach my hands through the phone.

Spinning in my chair, I lay my arms on either side, glancing up.

My bunched-up fists lay on the glass desk, the cold chill running through my fingers.

The computer makes that noise I hate when I get another email and I want to throw it out of the window.

There's the guy with the big glasses and hair that has far too much gel sitting opposite me.

I mean, if he carries on with that, his hair will just fall out.

Another thing Avery taught me.

I hear him coughing and spluttering, repeatedly.

Into his hand. Then he typed on his keyboard.

"You are fucking gross, you know that? You share that computer with Lucy."

He smiles, and it freaks me out even more.

"You're the first to go when he leaves you know." I rest my chin on my hand.

The blood drains from his face and he looks away.

Picking up a tissue, he continues coughing.

I grimace, trying to drown out his gross noises and focus on what I'm supposed to be reading.

Honestly, he doesn't even do his job, he just sits and plays games on the computer, he's a complete waste.

"Ah, Adam, here you are!"

I automatically recoil at his voice.

Spinning in my chair, I lay my arms on either side, glancing up.

"Just like I have been every day for 3 years." I press my lips together.

I'm frustrated at him already, can I just quit on the spot now?

"I'd like you to go over the email I sent you, I always appreciate your opinion." He shakes my shoulder.

"You have never taken my words into consideration, so why would I do that?"

His eyes narrow at me.

"Just do it, Pierson, I didn't ask for your complaints." And he walks away.

Clicking on the email, I skim through the paragraphs.

It's just another overly long summary of his goals in the company.

To sum it up briefly, cause a living hell for everyone around him, get unbelievably rich, hand the company over to me so he could retire and I could continue his 'legacy'.

Straight out of the narcissist's mouth.

It feels like we live in a different century with every second I listen to his ridiculous words.

I delete the email and answer the hundreds of complaints that I have the joy of receiving in my inbox.

My phone rings and I throw my head back.

Assuming it's another person I would rather die than talk to, I snatch the phone.

"Speak." I rub my forehead.

"Adam"

Her tone is rushed, panicked and a weird sensation floods me.

"Avery, what's wrong?" I ask.