Disloyalty

- A seat at the table -

"How do you know I'm here for an interview? If this is some kind of joke, now really isn't the time," I snapped, glaring down at him.

"Joke?" He chuckled softly, a smug, infuriating sound. "No, not at all.  I'm the one interviewing you."

My stomach dropped. No way. This had to be fake. It was like something out of a nightmare. Honestly, being kidnapped would've been far better than this. I stared at him, speechless, while he waited for my response patiently. What does he expect me to say?I know I want to say fuck off?

"Sit down. I've got other meetings to attend," he ordered, like I was some stray dog he was tolerating.

Against my better judgment, I sat down, moving cautiously, though every fiber of me screamed to leave. I should have bolted while I had the chance. But part of me was curious—morbidly curious—about why he would offer me this job.

"I'm sure you realize this is... an unusual situation," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "As much as I'd prefer you to not work for me—" I rolled my eyes, already regretting my choice.

He cleared his throat, clearly enjoying this power trip. "I'm offering you a job because, well, it's partly my fault you lost your last one."

He leaned in, his voice lowering. "Also no offense, but with that résumé, no one was going to hire you anyway. So, pay attention."

I stared at him, disbelief tightening in my chest.

I leaned back, creating space between us as he tried to inch closer. "It's unfortunate, really. I need someone for this position immediately, and no one else is prepared to take it on. 

The pay is decent, and the contract lasts a year and a half. for both our sake I'll have hopefully found someone more qualified to replace you before the new year.

The nerve of this man. He was already talking about replacing me, and I hadn't even accepted the job yet. This whole situation felt surreal. Too convenient. Too easy.

 There had to be a catch to the job other than working for him, I'm finding it hard to believe there is not a single soul out there that wouldn't give up their job without second thought to work for him from what I have heard.

Was he trying to punish me by offering me the most miserable job on the planet? Maybe that's why no one else wanted it. He'd love nothing more than to see me struggle and drown in endless piles of soul sucking statistics, This wasn't an opportunity—it was a setup.

 He wants revenge for what I did to his cute little event thingy, one thing I know about Andrew is that loosing isn't enough for him. He always wants the last laugh and he will go to the furthest lengths to make it happen.

Il play this game with a few of my own perks added to it, im also going to do the same, be the worst employee he's ever had and im going to enjoy it. Plus, what have I got to loose? quite literally nothing anymore.

I smiled politely. "sure il take it when do I start".