The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 3: Resistance is Futile

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Chapter 3: Resistance is Futile

"Helplessness is such a rotten feeling. There's nothing you can do about it. Being helpless is like being paralyzed. It's sickness. The cure calls for a monumental effort to stand up and start walking somewhere, anywhere. But that takes some doing."

― Chuck Barris, You and Me, Babe

I laced my boots together with haste and ran over to my coat hanger and danced into my coat and picked up my favorite scarf. My work ringtone went off and I deflated. I jogged to my phone and looked at the id.

Brian Mitchell.

I sighed and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Why the hell aren't you here Curr?" My coworker hissed. "Johnson is having a fucking cow!"

"I'm not scheduled to work today. "

"I told him that and he practically bit my head off. He wants the Jackson file in his hand now."

I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose and stole a quick glance at my alarm clock. 10:45. I'll be pinched for time but I can manage.

"Just give me a few minutes."

I hung up and pocketed my phone. Damn it.

I hurried over to my desk and grabbed the Jackson file from the drawer and walked over to my bosses office. He sat fuming his eyes practically drilling a hole through the floor. I knocked lightly. His gaze snapped up and he stood storming over to me.

"Where the fuck were you?!"

I flinched drawing back a few steps.

"I should fire you-"

I stuck out the file.

"Here is the file. It has everything taken care of. I informed the Jackson's about everything on my way here. It's taken care of. Now if you'll excuse me."

Johnson stared at me a moment before snatching the file. He sighed and turned towards his desk.

"Go prepare the Hanson case."

"I'm not scheduled today and have plans..."

He wheeled around his face passive.

"Do I look like I give two shits about your plans? You work for me and if I say prepare the Hanson case go fucking prepare the Hanson case!"

My mouth thinned and I walked out of his office. How am I suppose to tell Edmund I have to cancel? We never exchanged telephone numbers or email addresses. I sighed running my fingers through my hair.

I shuffled out of the office exhausted and miserable. Not only was my afternoon with Edmund ruined, Johnson found every little reason to belittle me. He made me redo the Hanson case thirteen times and I didn't even get a lunch break. I groaned holding my head. Why is fate against me? Did I murder someone in a past life? I sighed pulling out my phone. 8:30 pm. Edmund probably won't ever acknowledge my presence ever again.

I looked up half hopeful. Who was I kidding? This isn't some fairy tale or a movie. He wouldn't still be waiting. I'm pathetic for even hoping so.

A week rolled by since I'd last seen Edmund. But I purposely avoided going by the coffee shop and took a route that forced me to leave earlier than usual. I didn't want to run into Edmund. I wouldn't know what to say even if I did.

Johnson didn't ease up either. In fact he was worse and my resolve was beginning to snap. From the minute I walked in to the minute I was on my way out I was getting yelled at. No one dared speak up and point out when Johnson was over doing it. No one would come to my defense. I rubbed my temples trying to sooth the growing headache.

A file slammed onto my desk. Irritated green eyes stared down at me, thin lips curling into a sneer.

"Fix it."

I sighed setting it to the side.

"There is a nothing wrong with it."

He turned glowering at me.

"What the hell did you just say?"

I exhaled and met his gaze.

"You have had me adjust this file more times than I can count. I've fixed everything. There is nothing wrong with this file. You can take it to sandy or someone else if you still have a problem with it."

I stood up and walked past him and went into the break room. I'm probably going to get fired for that remark. Without a doubt. I poured a cup of coffee and drowned it with creamer. I inhaled the sweet aroma and took a cautious drink. I turned and nearly dropped my coffee.

"W-what are you doing?" I sputtered.

Johnson boxed my in with his arms on either side of the counter his eyes unsettlingly calm. I shrunk back my cheeks darkening. He reached up tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear.

"If you ever speak to me in that manner again." He whispered. "I will make the rest of your time here a living hell. Do you understand me Curr?"

I nodded.

He smiled patting my cheek none to gently.

"Good boy."

He took the coffee out of my hand and walked out.

Joseph's boss Mr. Johnson is in the side bar.

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