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𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭
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"My boss is a bitch, my co-workers hate me and my gold fish died!"...
Before we fully enter the story, I want to let you readers know some things.
This story may/does contain
VIOLENCE SMUT SWEARING ALCOHOL/DRUG USE
If you are uncomfortable with any of that, I advise you not read this book.
If there is any hate on the book it will be deleted. If you'd like to, go write yourself one then. I would be more than happy to read it :)
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Today was like any normal day. You wake up, shower and clean yourself up, get on your clothes for the office job that you worked at, and stopped at a coffee shop next to your work before starting the day. But today wasn't like any other day, today you had a plan.
There had been a coworker of yours that had been taking your food just before lunch, leaving you with nothing. Then of course, you had to spend more money than you usually did to get some sort of sustenance in you so that you wouldn't get hangry for the rest of the day. You have had enough.
So, before you left your apartment complex this morning, you snuck laxatives into your lunch. Who ever was eating your meals was about to have a shitty day, quite literally.
You sauntered into the office building with a wide grin on your face. A couple of your coworkers said a small 'good morning Y/N' to you but you had paid them no mind.
While making a B-line for the lunch room, you had noticed the never ending piles of paper that was placed on your desk. You could never have a relaxing day at the office, your boss had always been shoveling work onto you. They were going to work you dry one day.
After putting the lunch into the fridge, you walked over to your desk with the coffee you got from this morning in hand. Before you could get a sip of it, your boss placed a stack of more papers in front of you.
"Get these done by noon." She ordered, not even saying a thank you as she walked away. You clenched your fists. All you wanted to do was scream at your boss. This is what you had to put up with since day one.
Not even half and hour in and your coworker whom was named 'Kokomi' walked up to your desk, her freshly painted pink nails tapping on the top of your cubicle. "Morning Y/N!" She says, flashing you a fake smile. You raised your head to look at her, asking her what she needed. "So I was wondering... Could you please organize this excel sheet for me? Yelan asked me to get it done for her before the end of the day but I got so busy!" She said, fanning her eyes as if she was going to cry. "Kay? Thank you! I'll send it to your email!" Before you even had a chance to deny her, she was already gone.
'You think you're busy?! Do you not see the mountainous piles of work I have? What do you even have to do?' You thought. Fake yawning, you tilted your chair back to get a good look at her seashell decorated cubicle. All Kokomi had been doing was filing her nails and scrolling through her phone. That sight enough sent you into rage, but what had pushed you over the edge was the notification of an email being sent to you.
Pushing yourself out of the chair, you stomped over to her desk and leaned against the wall. "Kokomi!" You said cheerfully. "I'm appreciate you asking me to do your excel sheet and then walking away! But unfortunately, I have other important things to do other than doing your work." Kokomi shot you a dirty look and sighed, spinning around in the chair. "Kay?" You said in a mocking tone.
"Y/N." Your whole body stiffened. "Why are you treating Kokomi so badly? All she did was ask you to help her." As you turned around, your boss stood there with her arms crossed, the black heels she wore tapped against the ground.
"Miss Yelan I-" She raised her hand up to keep you from saying another word.
"You have enough free time. You can do it." With a defeated sigh, you obliged and went back to your desk with your head hanging low. Why did she have to treat you so badly?
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A few hours had finally passed and you have to decided to take a look in the fridge before taking a quick lunch. Normally everyone had theirs at 11:00, but due to your workload that was unrealistic for you. It was now 1:30 in the afternoon.
Just as expected, the lunch you brought to work had been eaten by the mystery coworker. In less than an hour you should be figuring out who it is. You couldn't help but smile as you closed the fridge with a giddy feeling inside you.
Just as you walked back to your desk, you watched as Gorou stood up and ran to the bathroom with his hands on his stomach. 'Got you.' You thought, sitting down in your chair triumphantly. Next thing you had to do was confront Gorou and ask him to stop eating your lunch, little did you know it wouldn't go as planned.
Though, you were able to talk to Gorou, it was just that he told the boss Yelan afterwards. She called you into the office a couple minutes later.
You knocked on her door with shaky hands. You wouldn't get fired over this, right?
"Come in." She said sternly, sitting at her large desk his her hands crossed. You shuffled into her office, the door closing behind you with a soft click. Yelan motioned to one of the two chairs in front of her desk. You sat, sitting there in silence. "Do you know why I called you into my office?" You nodded. "Why did you do it?"
Looking down at your hands you started to speak. "Since last month my lunch has gone missing ma'am, and since then I would have to spend more money at lunch to get another meal when I could've just ate mine. I wanted to find out who the culprit was, so I put laxatives into my lunch." There was no use in lying, she knew what had happened anyways. "To be fair, he shouldn't have eating my food anyways." You added.
Yelan made a clicking noise with her tongue, shaking her head with dissatisfaction. "You could of just asked around the office Y/N." She sighed, unfolding her hands and placing them on her desk. "I'm afraid I'll have to send you home. Please come back to work tomorrow with no shenanigans. You are dismissed." You nodded, leaving her office without saying another word. The other workers in the cubicle area all stared as you picked up your purse and walked to the door and into the elevator.
As you passed Kokomi's desk, you had noticed Gorou leaning over and telling her what you had done to him. "Are you kidding me!" She gasped. Her head whipping towards you as you passed. "Such a bitch!" You kept your mouth shut, not wanting to get into more trouble as you already were.
Once you got home, you kicked off your shoes and went to the front room where your pet had stayed. The pet in question was a beta fish named Dumpling.
"Hey buddy." You softly tapped on the glass. Nothing happened. "Dumpling?" You took a closer look at the tank. Dumpling was belly up, his eyes glazed over. "Fuck."
