Twice the Love

9

Two weeks had passed since I first started working from Deluge. I still technically work for Daylight, but it doesn't even seem like that anymore. I've been making Mr. Fane coffee and lunch everyday now, and have been going out with him every night.

Stepping out of the shower. I threw on a frilled pink top, a pastel pink skirt, and some off white pumps. After curling my hair, putting on some make up, and grabbing my bag, I headed out the door.

I greeted Leina as I walked into Deluge at 4:15. No one else was there yet, but lately I'd been looking forward to work. Mr. Fane would often walk by my desk and help me out with stuff. Everything was going well. He has invited me to the club tonight and I felt like the sooner I went to work, the sooner I'd be able to get out.

"Good morning Mr. Fane," I said as I walked through the door. I walked over to the mini kitchen and started brewing some coffee. It's scent wafted pleasantly in the air. I poured it into two mugs and walked over to his desk.

He shut the laptop closed as I sat down in front of him. I could see him smile faintly behind the mug. Despite what he said about my cooking he seemed to enjoy it. Glancing around his desk I noticed cards and gift boxes.

"Is it your birthday?" I asked, curious.

"No," he muttered, in a low voice, "It's next Friday."

"Oh," I said. Our conversation were never all that long in the office, but being around him was calming. I finished my coffee and took his already empty mug to the sink.

"Add more sugar next time," he said, opening his laptop once more.

"Alright," I said, gigging slightly. Challenge accepted. One of theses days I would make Kirt Fane say "Hey, I really like what you made. It was absolutely flawless."

I opened my laptop. Clearglass, unlike my cooking, actually was flawless. There had been no problems so far, leaving me with little to do the long eight hours.

"Katherine," Mr. Fane barked, making me jump out of my seat.

"Yes," I said, so silently I could barely hear myself.

"Come here," he said. I walked over to his side.

"I would like you to tell Leina that she better turn in her reports in the next ten minutes, or she's fired," he said coldly, scrolling down a exel sheet in which everyone's name but Leina's had an x next to it.

"But, Mr. Fane," I protested. If I were to have a friend here at Deluge it was Leina. She couldn't get fired. Could she? I gulped under Mr. Fane's cold glare.

"If people can't do there work, they can't have there jobs," he said, "She can turn it in by the next hour, but that's it." An hour, that's better than ten minutes. I skid into the elevator not noticing how hard I was grinning.