I can't get You out of my head! (On Hold)

7. Hell (Yes)!

Frederic PoV

This day has been Hell distilled!

After acknowledging to myself this morning that I lost my mind yesterday, my brain decided that today's work-quota was reached and went into hibernation, leaving me to enjoy a screaming migraine. My stomach did not want to be shown up by my brain, so it started to revolt. Having only ingested dry toast, coffee and alcohol for the last twelve hours, my offering to the Hangover Gods was meager and painful. That did, however, not stop my stomach from trying to leave my body and I was left in front of the toilet wishing for a swift and merciful death that never came.

What did come, was the rap on the door informing me that I had thirty minutes to get ready for my meeting. Showering and getting dressed was one of the hardest things that I have ever done, but I managed to do it and only be ten minutes late. I decided that today, this had to count as a win.

The eleven thirty meeting passed and was followed by the two o'clock. I will have to get someone to give me the briefs from both meetings as I have absolutely no idea of what was decided in either. Finally a thirty minute break has revealed itself and I need it badly! I need to get something in my stomach and I need silence! My migraine has only grown worse during the two meetings and I want nothing more than to crawl back in my bed and tell the world to fuck of! But unfortunately I still have the briefing with the communications-team at four and the meeting I blew off this morning at six.

The only upside to all of this is, that I get to see Jon Erikson in the next meeting. I need to understand what the hell he's got that has my brain so frazzled. If I understand, then I will be able to move on and get back to my life, I am sure of it! So one cucumber sandwich, a bottle of water and two glorious pills promising to ease some of my migraine, later I am ready!

Getting seated at the conference table, the sandwich and my stomach rages a fierce battle, while Jacob starts informing me that I won't be able to get out of as many of the traditions for the coronation as I had hoped.

"Fine." I sigh. Feeling bratty I ask "Then what DO I get to decide upon?"

Jacob goes into a long rant, that is supposedly meant to cheer me up, about car-rides, music and food. Damn I wish he would lower his voice! Ending his rant with talking about the press conference, he turns to Jon smiling. "Jon suggested that we got the photographer from our own team to take the pictures. That way we have veto-rights to them and the room won't be filled with extra people."

I feel my brows furrow. Why the Hell is he always smiling at Jon? I try to pull myself together enough to answer coherently though. "It seems that you were right yesterday when you said that it was a good thing having Jon on our team. Does he ever get a bad idea?" I can see that Jon likes the compliment. And speaking of good ideas, a brilliant one hits me! "This reminds me Jacob. I was thinking, that having the whole team running in and out of this office all the time is a waste of resources. It would be more convenient if we had a liaison between your team and myself."

I look directly at Jon. I want to see how he reacts to my next statement.

"And I would like that liaison to be Jon. After all..." I smile "...I feel that it would be prudent to keep the man with all the good ideas close."

Jon looks dumbstruck, while Jacob willingly agrees. Trying to get a reaction out of Jon I ask him "What do you say Jon?" And his answer is nothing short of amazing!

"Thank you Master. Fuck! I mean... S-sorry... T-that would be my honor My Rex!" Seeing him squirm and turn red almost makes me laugh. His giant body is his enemy right now. This almost makes my hangover bearable. I take pity on him and instead of laughing my ass off like I want to, I only chuckle.

"I havn't been called Master since I was a kid." But I kind of like it, my dick chimes in. I wonder if he'll call me that again? No! Bad Frederic! Be professional! "I know that I'm younger than you Mr. Erikson. But please. I am still your King."

There must be a God out there somewhere because the meeting thankfully draws to a conclusion. Jon stops by me shortly to agree on what time we meet next, and then he is out the door like a bat out of Hell. I briefly wonder if it is because of embarrassment or if he has somewhere else to be. But my mind is not allowed to stray any further down that path, because Jacob and the rest of the team takes their leave too and I need to be polite.

The last meeting of the day is thankfully short, so just over an hour later I stumble into my room only to be greeted by Noah's smiling face.

"What's up buttercup?" He grins "How's your head treating you?" My only answer is a pitiful groan. "Well you look like it too!" he says. "Ohh shut up smartass!" I reply. "It's your damn fault for letting me drink that much yesterday. Why didn't you stop me?"

"I couldn't!" He answers "You drank like a man on a mission. When I got back you were on your second round of shots and I could not talk you out of the third. You kept muttering about politicians and loosing your mind. I get it man! All these politicians would drive me completely banjo too. But really dude? No reason to punish your liver for something that will pass soon enough. After the coronation everything will go down a notch."

I sigh "I know Noah. Last night I lost it for a while. But I'm pretty sure that the memory of working while this hungover will help me stay sober for quite a while." I try a weak smile. Then I remember something.

"On a completely different note Lund. I need your help with a deep background check. I appointed Jon Mattis Erikson as liaison between me and the communications-team and I need to know if there is anything that the Intelligence Service overlooked or did not catch in their check." That is as good a reason as any, to get Noah to look. I just need to know if he could be a liability in the future. At least that is what I am trying to tell myself. Why else would I need to know everything about Jon?

"You don't need it at this moment right?" He asks, mock worry on his face "Because I need something to eat first!" I laugh. "Yeah yeah, I'll feed you before I send you out into the night." The kitchen has prepared a light dinner, and we enjoy it while laughing about all the stupid shit we have done, while drunk, through the years.

After having said goodnight to Noah, I decide to call it a night. This day was pure Hell. But yes I must admit that I'm looking forward to getting some alone-time with Erikson. That will help me get to the bottom of this mystery!

Published September 8. 2018

Frederick's hangover is based on personal experience...

Until next time.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do!