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Chapter 29: Walls

Chapter 29: Walls

*Fedor’s POV*

I would not pretend to not understand why he said what he said, he wanted to provoke me, I was angry for a second but then it clicked. Our dear Chief hated being ignored and each time he lashed out was because he preferred me to be mad at him than ignore him, this made me grin internally. The great Chief had weaknesses. I ignored my initial urge to attack his eyes and nodded my head instead, that seemed to annoy him more, he stood at the door glaring at me, I pretended not to see and ate my meal more happily than when I started. He slammed the door as he left, the rest of the men looked at each other wondering what had gone wrong.

“What is up his ass?” Carlos whispered.

Joseph eyed me in suspicion; “What did you do?”

I shrugged, while Chief might have discovered a dubious way to extract information from me, when I remembered how he had used his masculine wiles to get me to admit that there was more to the situation, I realized how scary that guy was. He had chosen the wrong career, he should have been a male escort or a spy who extracted secrets from women with his body, and I was conflicted about the entire thing. I was both appalled and impressed by his talent but now I had found out that the best way to deal with Chief was to do nothing. The little knowledge gave me a sense of victory, I could do nothing, how hard could it be? I resumed devouring my meal with my mood improved.

I thought about it again sometime between drinking water and nighttime and I got angry and embarrassed, my earlier victory forgotten. Chief thought that I was suicidal, me?! I scoffed aloud and kicked the fridge in annoyance.

“What did the fridge ever do?” Carlos was amused, “What did the Chief say to you? I have never seen anyone change moods like you did today, one minute you were happy, next, you got sad, then angry, irritated, and happy again. It is hard to keep up with you!”

“I cannot control how I feel, I am soooooooooo, Ahhhhhhh.” I blew the hair that had escaped my face away.

“Very eloquent.” He smirked.

I returned the bottle of water and followed him to his room while ranting behind him, “He is not as smart as he thinks he is, he is just …. Uggggghhhhhh”

“At some point, you are going to have to use actual words.” He measured me calmly as I lay flat on his bed while he settled on a couch somewhere. He had a couch, and all I had in my room was a bed, his room was also bigger and cozier.

“Why is your bed bigger than mine?” I frowned, he had better sheets and blankets as well.

“You are an intern; we are not the same.” He declared proudly.

It made sense, “Life is never fair.”

“There you go; you have changed subjects before I can blink. Do you have a consistent thought? How does your brain work?” Carlos pretended to examine my brain.

I slapped his hand away, “Random question, have you ever thought that I had a death wish?”