Confectioners Sugar (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3

Alex was so right it wasn't even funny. The next few weeks I was hyped up on coffee and shear determination. From working with the web developers and Sarah on the content, to collaborating with Ken on the men's section I was running up and down. We thought of everything under the ever loving sun and then some.

The only times of rest I had were the occasional dinners I had with Alex. It became a sort of ritual for us to eat dinner at least twice a week. Alex would come down around 7pm and check on how I was doing then he'd order something for us both. Then we'd talk about our lives.

It turns out that Alex was the stereotypical kid with a silver spoon except in the way he thought and acted. He cared about other people and that come across in the way he helped the other teams reimagine their responsibilities. I found myself feeling closer and closer to him as he turned from the hot guy to the smart guy with a heart. I normally didn't enjoy movie perfect moments but I was helpless to the cliches that were playing out in my life.

On the business front we were well on our way to the launch of our blog and it managed to catch the attention of the press. Millennial Magazine was being called an example for other high fashion magazines and I couldn't feel prouder. The attention also meant that the pressure was on though.

I felt high strung and Brittney wasn't helping at all. Every chance she got she would try to pull me down by calling me the fatty advocate. I continued to ignore her but one morning I walked into the office to see a huge donut on my desk. Normally I would jumped up and down in excitement since ADORED sweets but there it was "fatty advocate" written all around the thing in icing.

I stared at it and I just couldn't take it. The bitch used my favorite thing on earth (food if there was any confusion) to insult me! I felt the tears well up in my eyes, so I fled to the bathroom to collect myself before the others came in. When I felt okay enough not to have a full on meltdown, I returned to find Claire standing over my desk.

She looked up and I swear I saw fire and brimstone reflected in the depths of her eyes. "Who the fuck put this here!" she yelled.

I jumped at her reaction. Claire wasn't fazed at all, instead she grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me up to the 12th floor. She blew past Portia at her desk and banged on Alex's glass doors so hard I was scared she was going to break them.

They slid open and Alex appeared before us, he was about to say something when Claire shoved the donut under his face.

"You, take care of this. I will not tolerate this and the vermin that created this in my department for one second!" Claire yelled.

Alex immediately took the donut, and I watched his face distort. He looked scary close to losing his shit. Alex walked back to his desk and pressed the intercom button.

"Portia I'm going down to the basement, tell security I want to see the tapes for the elevators that go up to the 11th floor.

"There's no... no need, I know who did it." They both looked at me expectantly, "Brittney Coleman." My voice sounded weak and I hated it. I really wanted to handle that hateful woman myself, but it warmed me to see the two people I cared about most stick up for me.

What followed next was intense. Alex came down to personally put the donut on Brittney's desk and fire her. Then he had security escort her out before she could pack her things. Alex assured Claire that her desk would be cleaned out and shit mailed to her.

I was terrified of how the office would react to the display. I remembered back in elementary when all the kids called me a tattle tale when I told the teacher my head was being dunked in the toilet during recess. No one wanted to be my friend or talk to me and yeah it seemed insignificant but I was still affected by that.