Butterflies

Annoyed

Just as she left me speechless in the hall way, cute smirk face arrived with all my stuff. How did he get my stuff??

" You have a lot of junk" He winked at me before moving in the direction my new boss did. 

" Excuse me?" I ask, only making him laugh at my well spoken British accent, before he mimicked me, making him laugh even more.How sarcastic could this guy get? I scowled as we walked into a titchy plain room with two desks, both staring at a morpho butterfly, poised on a daffodil. Pretty. Seriously though, what is with the butterflies? 

He dumps all  my stuff on a desk that sits beside a window, looking over the jumble that is New York City. I open the window to let some air in the stuffy room, but am ammiedietly deafened by the honking on the road below, and slam it shut. 

" You get used to it" He smiled, the first nice thing he's said to me all day. He notices my surprised expression and smirks again. Making me dislike him as much as I did the first time I met him. I sit myself down and turn on the mac computer, fancy if I say so myself, nothing at all like the old crumbly machines that we used to work on in London.  The computer switches on with face recognition and opens the documents I want to read straight away.

"Wow" I say, and the man sits beside me.

"Pretty cool huh?" He asks, now staring intently at the screen in front of him, barely moving his eyes off the report that has been highlighted. Unlike my old office, the place is completely silent, apart from the tapping of the keys on the keyboard, the coffee machine rumbling far off, and the bellowing of my new boss down the hall. It is peaceful, like the butterfly perched on her flower. 

I soak in the silence, and then realise that I'm not going to be here, in paradise forever. You see, I am representing my fathers firm in New York City, and he thought it would be a good idea if I got some training from the professionals here. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. After all, I didn't know that my father had so many connections with other companies, as we are such a big firm we would never need "business friends" as he calls them.

I get to work, which is much easier than I thought it'd be. Writing emails had always been my forte....Its as if I knew they would never trust me with the serious jobs. I realise that smirk face is watching me and I blush again, before he moves back to his desk. There's a slight air of awkwardness, but soon is quickly broken as he swings out the door and shouts "break".

Its as if he was a gun, and that word was a trigger, as all around there is the rumble of chairs being pushed out and people flocking around the hallway. Weird. In my old office, we breaked when we wanted to, here, it is giving me nostalgia of my high school days. Smirk face swings back into our room, two cups of coffee in hand, both steaming hot. My mouth salivates at the heat, and I grab my up hungrily.

" Careful" He says in his rich American accent " Its hot". I roll my eyes at him and take a huge gulp, and instantly regret it, as it burns my throat, and I spit it out. He laughs loudly at me and makes me scowl.

" I told you so" He grins before turning back to his work, hazel eyes flickering to the screen. 

God how I hate him.