Amans

7. No Rest For The Wicked

"You got those reports for me?"

Amans looked up to see Rick hovering at his desk with his arm stretched out. He wiggled his fingers impatiently, waiting for something to be placed in his hand.

"Uh yeah...right..."

Amans reached for his satchel underneath his desk and pulled out the stack of reports he had finished the night before.

He had managed to finish them just before midnight and was able to receive a decent amount of rest before showing up at Daily Dosage the next morning.

"Here," Amans held out the stack of folders in front of him.

Rick scoffed and sucked his teeth, "Whaddya do, take 'em home?"

Amans rubbed the back of his neck, already irritated with Rick's presence.

There was never a day that went by where Rick could just respond with a simple "Thank you, Amans" or "Good job," he always had to give his unwanted opinion.

"Yes, I actually did," Amans responded.

Rick rolled his eyes and took the stack from Amans.

Despite his disdain for the boy he couldn't help admitting that he was a hard worker and took direction very well.

"Good," Rick mumbled, "I've got another stack that needs your tending to."

Rick spun around with the stack of finished reports in his hand and walked away.

Amans cursed under his breath and rubbed at his temples.

His job was a perpetuated cycle, finish one stack of reports and get handed another, finish those reports and there are new ones.

There was no end in sight. Amans was going to drive himself mad if it continued on like this.

"Awwwwwww why so saaaad?"

Amans clenched his jaw, this was not what he needed today.

Beatriz rolled closer to Amans's desk in her swivel chair, she tilted her head to the side and stuck out her bottom lip, "Do you need a huuuuug?" She whined.

Amans ignored her sarcastic request and shuffled through the paperwork on his desk.

Beatriz snickered and turned around, quickly losing interest, "Not worth my time anyway," she mumbled underneath her breath.

Amans scoffed.

Well if that was the case, why did she insist on making his job a living hell every time he entered the office, he thought.

Amans dug around in his satchel for his leatherbound tablet.

He hoped that before Rick's return he would have a few minutes to jot down some ideas. He had begun developing a new script that he was sure would be his debut to fame. He had just taken out his fountain pen when Edith casually slid past his desk.

After her passing, Amans realized a folded paper left behind.

Amans looked up confused.

He and Edith weren't what you would call "friends," so it made him wonder what gave her the impression that she could just leave a note on his desk.

Amans's eyes followed Edith's movements, hoping would turn around and give a clue as to why she had left the tiny piece of paper behind. But, she continued walking until she disappeared into the restroom.

Amans studied the note on his desk. It was written on a blue post-it note, carefully folded into fours. He picked it up and opened it out of sight from everyone else. The note read,