Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 27.: Toasting

Even when I try to relax and forget about how this mornings has gone so far, I can't. One of the reasons, actually the only reason, is Justine. Lucky, she had stopped with 'You fucked my friend! Weh!', but we all know our dear Justine, right? So, we're aware that she has found other ways to annoy me. Well, she did.

I pick up the phone for ninety-ninth time and scream at it "Cut it out, Justine! I'm sick of you!"

"I'm sorry, please-!" She struggles to utter, but I don't need any of her apologies. I've heard enough of those to fire her exactly because of them!

Yet another reason to get rid of her! Yay!

"No!" I slam the phone back to the dialling pad, only to hear it ringing again.

I see what game she's playing. I wouldn't be surprised if she found a way to monitor my computer and follow everything that I do. Currently, I'm trying to fill out the form for firing her, so what better way than to constantly disturb me during it, huh?

"What!"

Justine's tongue stumbles over her teeth, something I am very familiar with, but unlike me, she manages to say a few words "Nathan-"

"It's Mr Price for you!" I scream again and hang up on her again. Like a tired man that's been fighting for survival, I lean back against my chair and eventually smile to myself "Hah, got her with this one!"

I her someone knocking on my door and my sixth sense tells me it's most likely for the person to posses traits of my secretary, so instead of dealing with her, I yell from accros the room "Get lost!"

Moment later, I see the lock turning, until it unlocks and the door opens. When I see who it is, I... Well, it's just not Justine.

"Nathan?" Lenart walks in, leaving my face to drain of all colour and my lungs collapsing.

Like a schoolboy, I get up from my chair in a haste, stand completely still and all that's missing is a big army salute "Mr Wells!"

He slowly and carefully walks in, probably trying to see if I'll tell him to get lost again "Is everything alright?"

I smile sheepishly. Like, yeah, all is fucking great, man! "Yes, sir!" Lenart doesn't let his gaze drop or turn it anywhere else, until I finally get it what he's expecting from me "It's been a rough morning, sir."

"Rough morning?" He asks, not believing me, not in the slightest!

I have to keep it cool and stay calm. Both Lenart and Jed have never seen me freaking out, panicking or losing my shit. I was always the hardworking guy with his goals straight and mind set. It's why they gave me all the promotions and why they trusted me. If I started to show signs of unstability, I could suffer greatly. Maybe I'd lose my job, or I wouldn't be trusted anymore. Both is a big deal and something I don't want it to happen.

I sigh and tell him the truth what threw me off my balance "Sir, I know I haven't mentioned anything before but it's Justine Karlsen. She and I, we can't work together."

Lenart's eyes narrow my way and it takes me a few moments to realise what that sounded like. His eyes jump to my desk and inspect it, probably looking for any signs of scratch marks or just imagining me and Justine here. Both possibilities make me want to throw up greatly.

"No! Sir!" I quickly jump to my defense, before his mind started to believe that "I'd never mix my work and private life."

"What is the problem then? She's young and bright girl. A perfect fit for your working persona." It's almost painful to see how much he believes in me and Justine. It was probably Lenart who hired her and it's disturbing and complementing at the same time. He wanted to find me a perfect fit, he just screwed it up real bad.