The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 6: As bad as herpes

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"Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story."

― Jennifer Salaiz

Chapter 6: As bad as herpes

The past few days had been hell and that was putting it nicely. Johnson has been a drill sergeant and Angela is still under the impression that I want to jump Johnson's bones. She keeps trying to push us into a room alone or jumping to strange theories when we are together. It is exhausting.

I slumped against the counter loosening my tie. Angela walked in her pearly white teeth glistening in the poor lighting.

"So how has it been with Johnson? I heard he is having you prepare his afternoon conferences which means you two will be alone together for a bit." She winked.

I sighed running my fingers though my hair. I almost wish she wouldn't have come back.

"Angela for the millionth time I am not interested in Johnson. I never will be. I'm not attracted to guys on a weird power trip or guys who like to belittle me twenty-four-seven."

I looked up and caught that bright green gaze. Johnson held my gaze something flashing in his eyes so quick I couldn't read it. Angela looked between the two of us and not so discreetly slipped out the room leaving me with a wild beast. Johnson looked away and moved past me to make a cup of coffee. The gods have it out for me don't they? Johnson said nothing as he prepared his coffee. I swallowed loudly my hands shaking slightly. At any moment he is going to kill me or worse. Fire me. He walked out the break room without a word.

(Johnson's P.O.V)

I need coffee or I will throw this laptop into the window behind me. I stood stretching and walked out of my office and over to the break room.

"Angela for the millionth time I am not interested in Johnson. I never will be. I'm not attracted to guys on a weird power trip or guys who like to belittle me twenty-four-seven."

I paused my eyes raking over who said that and locking with shocked brown orbs. My lips pursed.

It felt like Curr just took the coffee in his hand and splashed it in my face. I could feel Angie's eyes flickering between us as she not so discreetly tried slipping out. I quickly recovered and walked past Curr wordlessly. I prepared the coffee robotically all the while the pain rippling through my chest growing worse and worse. I could hear Curr's nervous breathing. What did he think I was going to do? Yell at him? Fire him? Even I am not petty enough to fire someone because things didn't go my way.

I poured the coffee in the mug and added a heavy amount of creamer and stirred it casually. My grip on the handle tightened as I walked past him. I closed the office door behind me and paused my breathing heavier than before. My eyes darted around trying to understand what was happening. A growl rippled through my chest and I turned my fist ripping through the dark office wall. The mug shattered and blood drizzled down my wrist and into my suit staining my expensive shirt.

Nothing but anger and hurt sizzled in my belly.

(Joseph's P.O.V)

I rubbed my temple with one hand and typed up next months schedule with the other. I haven't been able to relax since this morning. I still have yet to be called to prepare the meeting room. Johnson usually wanted the room prepared three hours early and to be briefed thirty minutes before the meeting and once more three minutes before it was scheduled to start. Yet it was approaching eleven and nothing. I haven't seen him emerge from his office once.