Delightful Deceit

Chapter 2 - How to Keep a Job in This Economy

"44."
Everyone sighed swiping their foreheads. The clock on the wall ticked around, nearing 2 am.
The three co workers sat on the couches facing a desk.
The man behind the desk lifted up his finger.
"Let me finish," he grumbled.
"44," they leaned in ears stretched, "thousand dollars."
The three collectively gasped. Y/n held her stomach.
"And 52 dollars," he finished placing his hands on the table, raising an eyebrow.
A disturbing silence filled the office.
"So tell me one more time. How did the van explode."
Y/n surveyed the boys wondering  the same question.
Kunikida opened his mouth before shouting and pointed at Dazai, "He had a plan and I frankly had nothing to do with it."
Dazai crossed his arms fanning fake surprise and hurt. "Well frankly," he mimicked, "I didn't blow up the car."
He pointed back, " you think I blew up the car," he yelled reaching to strangled him.
Y/n moved from the couch closer to the desk. Pillows and couch cushions were thrown around.
"Um...?" She looked at the president not sure how to put this. He had been called into work to deal with the emergency. He was not happy.
"Your 52 dollars was not spent in vein,' she slid the small bag of cocain over the desk." He sighed holding his hands in his face. 

"We got the drugler," she chuckled, his frown was unwavering.
"You did?" Kunikida asked as he defended himself with a pillow.
"Yup," she took Dazai's weapon (a broken lamp shade), putting back on the lamp as he explained.
"The crows. That's my plan," Kunikida blinked, looking at him like he was stupid.
The phone ringed before anyone could speak. President grabbed it.
"Hmmmm, I see." Small muffles came from the other side, "Understood. Yes yes. No...shame." He put the phone down.
Arms folded, they waited on the tips of their toes.
He stood up walking to the door opening it.
"Let the peddler go."
Confused everyone waited for an explanation, except Dazai who stared at the floor almost disappointed.
"Our branch has been closed. You have until Friday to find a new job."
He nodded at the old lady sitting in the corner chair and left.
His words didn't quit find their way into their minds. Until a few minuets had passed at it dawned on them.
Kunikida slumped down and Dazai dragged his feet alongside the floor.
Y/n sat on the table, brows together deep in thought.
I'll have to get a new job, she pondered. Bartender, grocery clerk, maybe take another job as assistant. She'd probably end up homeless unable to pay rent. It was hard to find jobs now days. She held her hand over her mouth. She was already behind in rent.
What am I going to do?
"Are you my grandma?" The old lady tugged on her jacket.