We walked back into the office space to be greeted by Jared and Tomo
whispering and snickering to each other and Amy, the receptionist, also known
as the traitor. I saw Micheal's (my boss) personal assistant going into the
lift and asked her to give it to him on her way past. She readily obliged.
I was secretly ecstatic that I didn't have to go up there during my lunch
hour.
"Hey lovebirds, you been on a date ? How was it Pearl ? Did he treat you
right ?" Jared said, laughing, loudly at this point.
"Yeah, we went to a greasy cafe to get sandwiches and coffee for my boss, and
Shannon nearly got run over but I saved his life, last minute. Just call me
superwoman. So yeah, as dates go, IT WAS FUCKING HOT." biting sarcasm was my
forte.
-"She didn't save my life, she wanted my body, what can I say bro, she's
insatiable and I'm the man for the job. Someone's gotta offer themselves."
"And someone needs to reign in the arrogance ! Seriously, you won't get out
of this building if you carry on, you and your gigantic ego won't fit in the
lift !" I say half joking, half actually surprised by his gall.
-"Honey, it's not arrogance if its true. I'm just saying"
"WOW ! I'm gonna eat my sandwich and contemplate where you developed your
overwhelming confidence"
-"You don't develop that shit, you're born with it. It's like inate, within
me, I don't know what to tell you. I've got it. I flaunt it. Simple as that."
"Ok then ! Good to know !" I was attempting to be appalled and outraged at
his behaviour but honestly ? He was really intruiging me. Not many people
can do that to me. Not many people can fascinate me like that.
I finished my lunch and was clearing up my desk, when I got a phone call from
bitch features, I mean Olive.
"Hey fucker, guess what" Olive chimed in her best 'ha I got you good voice.'
"Ahhh, You're gonna be drowned in filthy sewer water as soon as I get home?"
"Close ! But no, so what is your official job title at the company ?"
"You know my official job title, and if you don't, why do you wanna know ?
But you do know, so why are you asking rhetorical, stupid questions?"
"Just answer the fucking question will you ? Jesus!"
"My official job title is Junior entertanment journalist... anything else?"
"Yah, just one more thing, you got your first official interview, as a
reporter. Its today, well technically its in 15 minutes and its with none
other than 30 seconds to mars ! Okgottagoloveyabye !" - hangs up. Arsehole.
"Olive !!??? OLIVE !!??!!... Oh my god I'm going to choke the fucking life
out of you...."
-"Problem ?" Shannon. Again. Jeez this guy has some serious lurking issues.
"Fuckin' jesus christ.. lurk much ?"
-"Ah, yeah, sorry, I do that"
"Well can you not ?"
-"Jeez what's eating you ?"
"My supervisor has just dropped a major bollock and now I have to prep for an
interview at fucking lightening speed. FREAKING. OUT."
-"Shit, thats not good.... Are you doing the interview ?"
"Yeah"
-"You'll be fine, you seem pretty with it, pretty smart"
"Gee thanks, thats made me feel tons better, really, thank-you"
-"Your sarcasm is impressive lady"
"Yeah, I know, sometimes I have trouble detecting it myself, its a curse"
-"So who's the interview with ? Seriously, you'll ace it, trust me"
"You really think so ?"
-"Of course ! You'll knock em' dead with your sass and penache ! And
intelligence of course... So ? Who is it ?"
"Oh you know, just this little band called 30 seconds to mars..." I looked
up and saw his face light up like a Christmas tree.
-"Oh, this is gonna be spectacular!"
