Chapter Thirty Five

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(Kinda short, which I do apologise for, but midterms are coming up and leaving me stretched thin between classes and work.)

[6 October, 1987]

(Y/N)’s POV:

“Here’s those redesigns from William,” I set the papers on the table backstage that Henry was working at, “These should be the most updated versions.” 

“Ah, thank you,” Henry nodded to me with a small, yet stressed, smile.

“Of course,” I lightly tapped the table before returning to the dining room, trying to find the quietest route back to William’s office. 

“You do know that sucking up to the boss is a good way to get fired, right?” Abby’s voice dragged my attention from trying to escape the loud children. This wench has been nothing but a nuisance over the last year. 

“You know it’s quite impolite to start a conversation by talking about yourself, right?” I rolled my eyes and looked at her with an expression of indifference. 

“I wasn’t– ugh! It’s obvious to everyone what you’re doing, and it’s disgusting,” she continued in a hushed voice, regardless of the fire behind her eyes, “It might be normal where you’re from, but here? Someone could easily kill you for sleeping with a man and get away with it.”

“Is that a threat?” I levelled a glare at her, standing my ground. If this woman wants to fight, then I have no problem giving her one, “Besides that, you have no basis to accuse me of such things. You know nothing of me or my life.”

“Of course I have a basis! How else would you and Mr. Afton have gotten so close? You may have been working here over a year, but you’ve been nothing but trouble. Suddenly our boss has you promoted to be his assistant a few months after you start? Kind of suspicious, isn’t it?” Her bratty voice continued to grate on my ears. Bloody hell, would she ever shut up?

“Probably because none of you actually know how to do your jobs right, considering that I’ve been here for a shorter amount of time and have had no problems whatsoever with anything Henry or William ask of me. That, and the fact that you can't stay in one position for longer than two weeks without there being a need for a shift change,” I looked down at her, resisting the urge to snap on her considering the children and parents in the room.

“Those shift changes are to keep productivity up, nothing else,” she attempts to defend herself, “And I’ve kept my job here for over two years now without any problems. You think I—we—don’t see what you’re doing?” She leaned closer to me and sneered quietly, “We don’t tolerate fags here.” She whipped around and stalked towards the kitchen, leaving me silently seething behind a porcelain facade. 

When I made it to William’s office, I didn’t knock before walking in and promptly, firmly, shutting the door with a solid thud. William looked up from his desk with an expression of a mixture of concern and fright at the suddenness, “What the hell? What happened?”

Abby happened,” I growled through tight jaws, my fists clenching and unclenching as hot blood rushed through my veins and the once-bridled anger began to seep out. In my angered pacing in front of his desk, I heard William stand and cross to stand close by.

“What did she do?” Although curiosity laced his voice, I could hear the anger beneath.

“She fucking cornered me in the dining room where I couldn’t leave due to the amount of children and started going off about being ‘onto me.’ Saying things like she knows what I’ve been doing, pointing out how I’ve only been here for a year yet I’m already your assistant. She went as far as implying I slept with you to get my standing!” I stopped pacing and abruptly faced William, aggravatedly speaking with my hands as I continued to rant, “She’s putting together this idea that no one is going to believe, yet she had the AUDACITY to act as if she knows me?? And has power over me?? She wouldn’t know power if it were as obvious as the tape keeping Henry’s glasses together!” 

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