Dragged.

5: John and Dave

That evening I went to work with a bit of a monkey on my back. My boss had called me to tell me that he caught one of my employee's red handed stealing from the vault. I had not noticed it because he was stealing the loonies and we didn't count that stuff every night. We just put the bin on a scale, and since we weren't a fancy chain bank, we didn't have a super high tech scale. You could probably take up to fourteen loonies and no one would be the wiser. I learned this once when I took out a handful to test how terrible the scale was. I counted fourteen in my hand, and scale didn't even recalculate. I asked John for a new one, but he never got around to it I guess.

John Peters was the boss man. He had mommy issues, but still managed to function in a business setting. Except for the fact that he was a bigger asshole, then your average asshole. Yeah, I get that stealing from a bank was a big no no, but he was an ass in every other way too. One time he told a girl that she had to cut her hair because he didn't like it. She was fresh out of college, and didn't know her rights yet, so she did it, and then he fired her because she sat improperly on a chair. Like I said, it was a job that I didn't need, that came with stress I didn't need, but once you are in a routine, you kind of just go with it. Which is what I did.

Jonathan gave me the whole speech about how I need to clear my employees more often. That I needed to check what they were up to more often. I didn't know how much more often this guy wanted. It had gotten so bad that he put a set of security monitors in my office, so all I had to do was look over from my desk every so often, but despite that I still made my rounds once every half an hour.

No one really spoke to me at the bank. Not because I was a bad person, or heavily strict. It was mainly because I had gotten the job that they all wanted with not nearly as many credentials as most of them. I didn't blame them, but I was comfortable with my position, and I didn't feel like giving it up to do a more taxing, not as well-paying job.

I sat in my office taking more complaints from our clients. We were one of the worst banks of all time. The only reason that we stayed in business was because of John's younger brother, David who was a really fancy, expensive lawyer. David was always trying to get me to date him, and always trying to get me to leave the bank for 'my own good.' He didn't want to throw his brother under the bus, but knew that he wouldn't always be there to save the bank. David definitely wasn't that bad of a guy in terms of how generous he was, which is why we did try and date once, but he asked the waitress for her number when I was not paying attention, and when she dropped a piece of paper on the table shortly after I went to pick it up. David smacked my hand away and I grabbed it out from under his guarding fingers. He didn't deny it, and I left. Ever since that we keep our distance, and when he comes in the bank he purposely makes an effort to flirt with other women to annoy me, but it doesn't annoy me. It just proves how much of a sleazy person he is.

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It was an early day, so I ended up only working for three hours. I walked into my apartment building to see an old friend of mine that used to live in the building with her boyfriend.

"Hey, long time no see. I haven't seen you in months. I thought that you and Jacob were finitto."

"Yeah well, we talked about things and worked it out. Turns out that it was just a big misunderstanding."

"That's nice, guess I'll be seeing you around more often again."

"Yeah, I'd love to catch up. I've been in the U.S on Broadway for the last six months, doing a show called dragged."

"Oh, what's that?"

"It's a musical about a boy that can't decide between becoming a drag performer for a living, or the doctor that everyone wants him to be. He tries both at the same time and realizes that he rather be a Drag Queen. Spoiler alert! He lives happily ever after." She said cracking a smile.