The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 9: The sooner it's in his mouth

Chapter 9: What the hell?!

The next few weeks consisted of me wanting to quit my job, Johnson, brief meetings with Edmund, Johnson, wanting to quit my job and did I mention Johnson?! He is driving me insane! I swear if he makes me go redo his coffee one more time I'm going to punch something! I walked into his office without even bothering to knock and set the coffee down harder than I intended.

"Your coffee."

His brow arched and he leaned forward and took a small sip.

"It shouldn't take you three tries to make it properly Curr."

My eye twitched my teeth grinding into eachother. His eyes cast down a slight smirk grazing his lips.

"Have a seat Curr. We have a few things to discuss." his eyes went past me. "Miranda!"

A squeal sounded followed by a small crash and the rushing of heels. Confused blue orbs appeared.

"Yeah Mr. Johnson?"

"Close the door and if you have broken anything it is coming out of you pay check. Now get out."

She scurried out and closed the door. Johnsons gaze fell back on me and I felt my body tensing. He leaned back in his chair, his heels resting on the corner of the desk.

"You have proved to be a fairly valuable asset to myself and the company." he said. "I'm going to test that. You will join me on the anual meeting at the beginning of the year."

"The new years meeting?"

He nodded.

"B-but-"

He held up a hand his eyes eerily calm.

"We both know you have nothing to do on New Years day. You will attend the meeting along side me. This will determine if you will continue working here or not."

I felt my stomach drop. He is basically threatening me. I either go or he will terminate my contract. My lips pursed my head dropping in defeat.

"W-when do I need to have my things packed?"

"December 30th we will go over to HQ and we will return on the first of January."

Practically two days with Johnson. The Gods hate me. Without a doubt. I sighed tugging at my scarf. I hate my life. I sincerly do.

"Good evening."

I looked up and my lips stretched into a smile on their own accord.

"Evening!"

Edmund walked over his eyes briefly ghosting over me. I scratched the back of my neck nervously.

"So w-what are you doing out here so l-late?"

"Taking a stroll. Sightseeing. Enjoying my evening." He mused. "What are you doing out here?"

"T-trying to relax. On my way home actually."

His eyes flashed and he nodded.

"My apologises. I don't mean to keep you."

"N-no. You're fine. I mean I am enjoying myself."

His brow arched and he nodded. I averted my gaze. Great. I seem to be making a fool of myself. How wonderful! But it seems I always make a fool of myself around Edmund. I glanced up and caught his gaze.

"Um. Would you like to c-come to my place? I-I've got coffee and stuff."

Oh God! That sounds like I'm offering something else! Only clumsy teenagers use that kind of thing.