Pie Charts, Coffee, and a Sexy Assistant (A Marcel and Veronica Fanfic)

Hangover

Chapter 7

Marcel's POV

I abruptly wake up to the sound of that obnoxious default ringer programmed on all iPhones. I sit up too quickly in my bed and the room swirls, worsening the pounding in my head, like a hammer banging a steady rhythm. Desperate to stop the hammer in my head, I lurch to the right in search of my phone on the bed side table. With my eyes being opened only a crack, because of the unmerciful sunlight pushing it's way through my bedroom curtains, I accidentally knock my phone to the floor in my haste. The combination of the infernal ringing and my phone hitting the floor, blares in my ears, making the hammer pick up its pace, and its strength.

I let out a groan and pick up my phone off the floor, then quickly slide the pad of my thumb across the screen. "Hello?" I drawl, my mind slowed by my hangover.

"Marcel? Where the hell are you? You were suppose to be here an hour ago!" A female voice, only recognizable as Veronica's, shouts through the phone, can I just get a break from all of the loud noises?

My mind immediately perks up, my eyes open up fully, and I sit up straight. "What do you mean I'm an hour late?" I question.

"Marcel, look at the time! You're lucky Harvey and Jonny aren't here yet! But they will be soon! So get your ass over here!" And with that the call is ended.

It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in. I'm late? Shit. I spring from my bed and notice that I'm still in my clothes from yesterday, technically, the day before as well, since I had spent the night at the office. I haven't showered in two days? I rip my clothes off and hop into the shower, just rinsing myself off, I'll take an actual shower when I get home from work today. I move so fast that the next thing I know, I'm out the door and headed to work.

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I'm prepared and sat at my desk when Harvey and Jonny arrive. They do their daily round through the office, making sure everybody is busy working on some sort of task. They then both head down the corridor and separate to their individual offices. I let out a breath and lean back in my chair, that was a close one. You could've been fired. You know Harvey and Jonny have zero tolerance for tardiness.

"Oh, good. You made it." Veronica says in a perky voice.

In her hands are two Starbucks styrofoam cups filled with coffee, I assume. I sit up straight in my chair and stare at her. Veronica smiles at me and sets one of the cups down on my desk.

"How are you feeling?" She asks.

"How do you think I'm feeling? You did this on purpose." I accuse.

"I did what on purpose?" Veronica counters, squaring her shoulders a bit and standing up a little taller.

"You kept giving me shot after shot after shot. Even when I told you I didn't want anymore! You kept giving me more and more!" I whisper harshly, not wanting to cause a scene at work.

"You could have said no." Veronica simply states.

"How could I? Not when you give me that puppy dog eye look, that you do so well! You look absolutely adorable, no man could ever say 'no' to that!"

As soon as the confession had left my lips I wished more than anything that I could just grasp it in mid air and shove it back in my mouth. Veronica can't know that I like her. I don't think I can handle the sting of rejection, not from Veronica. I quickly drop my head, desperately wishing she'd just leave and spare me the rejection.

"Marcel, do you remember anything from last night?" Veronica asks quietly.

"Not specifically, no. Everything is sort of hazy." I answer, with my eyes still locked on the floor.