When We Met

seven

|Donovan|

"I'm still wondering how I should plan this shithead's death trap." Maddie mutters as soon as she fills the champagne glasses with some alcoholic liquid. "Choose for me."

"Well, what are the options?" I ask, garnishing the pudding with some cashew nuts.

"a) slit his throat with a scalpel. b) run a truck over him. c) add an insecticide in his drink. d) set his tux on fire."

"Alright. Don't kill me, but all these options would involve indulging in a crime scene."

"Cheryl? Planning a death trap is all about indulging in a crime scene..."

"Then, I'm out. We're too young to serve the prison."

"But I really wanna kill him. No kidding. I'm ready to take the risk."

"Good luck with that."

"Okay. Just for a minute, assume that killing our pathetic boss would not involve a crime scene. Just for a minute. What would your choice be then?" Maddie adjusts her scarf so as to reveal a broken button of her blouse. "Say it: I'm doomed."

"You're doomed." I smile. "And about your question? Well, it's practically not possible to slit his throat with a scalpel because he wouldn't let you. Secondly, you don't know how to drive a truck and you don't even own one. Thirdly, I don't think we'll be able to find an insecticide without screaming suspicion. And lastly, I'm pretty sure his clothes are fire proof, because he knows he works amidst hungry hyenas."

Maddie gapes at me with a boring expression for about twelve seconds.

"Tell me again, why did I befriend you?" She asks, chipping on her nail paint.

"Because you love me, duh."

"Fuck off, bitch."

"Sure. Now, go and serve the drinks before Rob Reynolds decides to drill multiple holes in our foreheads." I legit push her out of the cuisinart and give out a sigh of relief.

Right.

Let's get back to work.

I adjust my hair in a presentable manner and pick up the tray holding the pudding. I have to take it to the table by the aquarium.

Okay.

As soon as I take my first step, the devil incarnate appears out of nowhere. Literally nowhere.

"Good job." Rob Reynolds smirks at me.

Ew. He looks like a dangerously hungry predator who has found his prey. In this situation, I am that poor prey.

I say absolutely nothing and stare right through him.

"Do you know what I really like about you, Cheryl? Your confidence and your claiming attitude." He starts and I pretend to not hear him at all.

Bloody wormhole.

"I know you can't ignore me for long, sweetheart. You owe me at least a night." He winks.

I'm sorry. Did he just wink at me?

Alright, shoe-face. You've messed with the wrong person.

"Aww, Mister Robinson Reynolds." Yep, I took his full name. "Are you trying to say that I need you more than you need me?"

I smile sweetly at him and he sets his lips into a thin line. Well, he better watch his words before throwing them on my face.

"If I'm not wrong, you were in a dying need of a waitress. I was happier working as a babysitter, honestly. Just because my parents know you doesn't mean you get the right to talk to me like that. Get that inside your head as soon as you can."