1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Workers (54)🎄

Word count:2782

"Keith!" I hear the slightly annoying and overly dramatic twenty year old calling out to me and I sigh so hard I nearly fracture a rib.

"Henry." I say flatly and he pouts.

"What do you want?" I ask and he smiles.

"To see you." He says and I roll my eyes.

"If you don't have any work left will you start on faxing the finished documents in station." I tell him looking back down at my paper.

"Uh I'm not necessarily done." He says and i glare at him.

"Then why the hell aren't you working!" I say and he pouts again with those big green eyes.

"Because I'm mentally exhausted and I need to recharge." He whines.

"Are you aware that it's Christmas eve and we are so behind scheduled that things ordered for January wont arrive until April in the Us and June over seas? Look you've gotten this job because I trusted in your skill even though everyone with half a brain told me not to hire a kid not even out of collage, with no work experiences and no since of urgency." I say and as much as it hurts to see him hurt by my words he needed to hear it.

"I'm sorry sir. It wont happen again." He says and I sigh.

"I know it wont. You'll be coming in tomorrow to finish up your work." I tell him sadly. I wasn't actually gonna make him come in on Christmas and even more his birthday but, if he felt I would he'd work faster today.

"But tomorrow's;"

"I don't care, get back to work." I tell him and he turns to the door. I only sigh.

"Wait." I say and he stops.

"Get over here." I tell him and he shakes, his head.

"I should get back to work, we're behind schedule and I'm up to my ears in work." He says and I sigh.

I hated when he did this.

"I didn't ask." I say flatly and he sighs before walking to the front of my desk.

I sigh trying my best to bring myself out of work mode. I then reach out for him and he instinctively places his head in my hand like the existed puppy he was. I can't help but smile before pulling his lips to mine.

"Now get your work done so I don't have to keep you here." I tell him and he smiles sadly.

"And I don't mean to be mean or chastise you. But people are starting to think you're getting special treatment." I tell him and he nods.

"I'm sorry." He says and I place my head to his.

"No. It's just people want a reason to be upset because you make more then them at half their age." I tell him and he still looks sad.

"And that's because you're great at what you do. Not because we're together. But try to focus a little more." I tell him and he smiles.

I did truly love him, but I can't say I don't hear the rumors. That he slept his way into his position. Or that he was in any way not deserving of the job he has. Yes he's the youngest on the floor but who cares. After all I'm the head of a million dollar company and I'm only twenty eight.

*

"Mr. Harringson may we have a word with you." A woman says and behind her was another woman and a man.

"Yes you may." I say and she sets a stack of papers on my desk.

"This is a favoritism by sexual harassment suit." She says and I close my eyes trying to remember my breathing.