Office Playpen

Chapter 26

As he stops at my desk, now closer than ever, the only thing separating us is my desk. I didn't say anything as I waited for him to say something that he needed to get off his chest, considering that he slammed my office door.

I give no reaction to his little outburst.

He opens his mouth for a second but nothing comes out, his second attempt he argues, "Ms. Cantrell, I'm simply saying that I don't think I should be working late. I mean–" He fake laughs, "I'm just your assistant, other people have more things to do than me"

He rants on as he continues, "It's not fair that I have to sacrifice my time for most of the week, just so I have to stay late past midnight. While everyone has got to go home" He claimed as his voice became noticeably louder.

Instead of saying anything, I just laughed in his face, leaning my head back as I couldn't contain myself.

I wanted to say something, I truly do but what he's saying is so ridiculous that it should be in a comedy show for all I know.

I mean–What kind of universe does he think he's in?

The fact that he actually thinks that his position at this business is not even remotely important is telling, ye–He is or was my assistant, that means he has to maintain a lot of things before they get sent to me, he's the one that has to check in on everything and report back to me.

It is truly saying that he doesn't know what he's doing with his life, did he apply for this position for shits and giggles? Because that's what it looks like to me.

He sounds so ungrateful for the position that he's in, he gets paid more than most of the employees here, he has his own desk and office space, and he gets to go on trips that he doesn't pay for.

If I were him, I would be grateful for the opportunity to be working this kind of job. 

And whatever he ranted on about sacrifices, he thinks he's the only one who has to sacrifice things. To put things into perspective for his small brain that's clearly against thinking–

If I didn't make the sacrifices, if I was afraid of risking a lot of things in my life–Then he wouldn't even be here today, none of these employees would have the job that they have right now.

I sacrificed so much to get to where I am today and to argue with someone who's complaining about staying late for one night is shameful and really revealing of a person.

Getting done with my laughing as I settled down, I looked towards Chopard as he just stared at me like he wanted to say more but knew I would have this reaction once again.

I started to say as I pressed my palms flat against my desk, "How immature and stupid you are Chopard. Life is unfair and if you don't like it, then quit altogether"

He doesn't say anything else, instead Chopard begins pacing around my office like spoiled children not getting what they want, as he rambles under his breath, rambles I'm sure he wouldn't say to my face.

As Chopard continues his little tantrum, I sigh to myself as I wonder how on earth this guy actually thought he was going to get something out of his boss.

How he went about life thinking that he could just get whatever he wanted.

As I thought about it more, an idea came to my mind, and that idea began to make sense until it was the only explanation for this behavior.

Coming to the conclusion: It's been clear that growing up that he has given everything he wanted, I mean–Of course, a parent wants to give their children the best and make them happy but if not handled correctly, it could lead to bad habits in their adult life. Like this.