The Finest Thing Money Can't Buy

amateur hour ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

rusty james- green day

hold me now - thompson twins

back in time- huey lewis and the news

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As soon as Paul finally left me alone, I got to work on the laundry list of tasks. Looks like I'm staring down eight hours of faxing random documents.

I took a quick sip of coffee from my mug, pink with a little white kitten. It was bitter, much to my dislike.

There has to be sugar here.

I glanced into Paul's office to see if he was in. He was, but he was on the phone. I'd have to ask someone else. I glanced around, my blue eyes searching for anyone more knowledgeable than me. Then, my sight lined up with a girl maybe, 15, 20 feet down the hallway. Her desk was in front of an office, so she must be a secretary like me.

I picked up my mug and walked over. Click, click, click.

She looked up, her eyes filled with annoyance.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, sorry to disturb you, I'm new. I work for Paul. Allen. Paul Allen. Mergers and acquisitions."

"Oh, you're the new girl! Sorry, I'm Jean."

"Catalina. Are you also a secretary?"

"Yeah, I work for Patrick."

"Patrick?"

"Bateman. Have you met him? Brunette, brown eyes, six foot?"

My eyes go wide as saucers. Yes, I've him.

His headphones were practically speakers with how loud his music was. I couldn't identify the song, but it was definitely something by Huey Lewis and the News. Look at that jawline! His skin's so clear, I need to find out what moisturizer he uses. It's probably expe-

The floor was now a puddle of americano. I looked up at him. He glared down at me, taking off one side of his headphones.

"Don't do it again."

There was no feeling in that look, except a hint of something you'd feel towards a zoo animal.

"We met briefly, in the elevator."

"Alright, well, pleasure to meet you, Catalina."

"The pleasure is all mine."

"So, what brings you to my corner of P&P?" I blinked back to reality, remembering my dire emergency. "Where's the sugar?" I asked, pointing to my mug.

"Down the hall, three doors down on the right, is the break room. There should be some sugar, unless Luis took it all again."

"Thank you so much!" She handed me a sticky note with a little map to the break room. "Word of advice? Try not to feel so much. The guys don't take too kindly to that."

"Noted. Bye, Jean!"

She waved as I walked away.

Three doors down, three doors down. There it is. I pushed open the door and saw a number of men in suits sitting around. Spotting the coffeepot (which seemed less maintained than Paul's), I walked to that part of the room. The sugar packets were little yellow squares. The counter itself was littered with white powder. Really speaks to the work ethic of these guys. I poured myself a little more coffee, then mixed in the sugar. I took a sip.