D.I.D. You Know We Love You?

G Got It

"Hey. Hey wake up." I stirred as a gentle hand shook me a little. I made a little growling sound and turned my head so I could see who was disturbing me. The boy's face looked down at me with a rather impish smile. "Hello Sleeping Beauty."

"Mrpgh. 'lo there. M'not." I mumbled as my mind worked itself back to the present. He snorted and waited for me to stretch and roll to a sitting position. I blinked as I looked around, slightly confused about where I was in my sleepy haze.

"Have a good nap?" He teased me. I nodded and got up carefully when he beckoned me to his desk again. I sat in a chair in front of him and noticed a new file in his hands.

"What's that?" I asked with a yawn. He closed the file and flopped it on his desk. He regarded me now with a serious look.

"It's your personnel file. I have a question for you. Can you prove what you said about your managers requesting you?" His eyes narrowed and mine widened slightly. I nodded. What is this about now? He calling us a liar? I bent down to my briefcase on the floor and got out my phone.

It took me a few minutes to load up my personal email account and bring up the letters that they had sent to HR and then copied to me. The first one he read carefully. Then he demanded to see the next. That one he skimmed. Don't tell me I was right. I was right, wasn't I?

"I want you to send me these letters. Are you okay doing that for me? In fact, forward the email from the manager who sent them please." He demanded with a devious look. Oh I really like him. He is gonna get the slut in shit. I bet you ten bucks. Yeah, so what does that get me? Satisfaction? Hmph.

"Sure. No problem. I'll do it now. What's your email address?" I said calmly. He handed me a business card from his desk drawer. I got to typing in the contact information. Heh, now we have his contacts so we can stalk him. We are not stalking him. Speak for yourself. I want a piece of that ass. Or a good dicking, I'm not picky.

"I did a little checking. You weren't lying, not that I thought you were..." He quickly added when I looked up at him with a dark glance. "But I wanted to see for myself."

"And?" I asked as I sent the second email to him. I looked up at him and encountered a rather jaded expression on his face.

"It was worse than I thought. I actually found a warning letter from that time we had lunch, and there was another from that boss that hated you asking to have you transferred. It looks terrible on your record and we both know it is not a true representation of your work ethic." He gestured at the file with disgust.

I was shocked. That fucking bitch. Can we get a gun now? I promise I will just maim her and make it look like an accident. No guns. That wouldn't be slow enough for her. Maybe we should get a mutt so it can bite her. Better, but still no. I wouldn't put the dog through that. My thoughts ran wild.

"What are you doing?" I finally choked out. He was thumbing through the pile in my file and threw a couple pages on the floor. He glanced up at me and, ignoring my question, asked me another.

"Do you have an up to date resume?" He was still tossing things out of my file. I scrunched my face up and nodded hesitantly. "If I get you to a computer, can you print it off for me?"

"Uh, I guess?" I replied. He nodded and got up quickly. I watched him with wide eyes as he came over and grabbed my arm to help me up. He practically dragged me out of his office and down the hall. He hit the button for the fourth floor and we rode in silence. He finally let go of my arm and I glanced at him in some alarm.

Ouch. I think he might be nuttier than us, and that is saying something. I followed him out of the elevator and down the Accounts Receivable hallway. He smiled and waved to a few people, but it looked forced and fake. Not like how he smiles at us. Let's fuck him on his desk when we go back. Oh shut up. I thought you said he was crazy. My kind of crazy.

"Hey there Cynthia. Do you think you can do me a favour?" He had waltzed into her office and shut the door behind us. Her eyes were wide as they flashed between the two of us.

"Sure Richie. What do you need?" She said kindly. He gestured to her computer.

"Can we borrow your computer please? Just for a moment. I need Denis to print some things off for me." He asked with a warm smile. She nodded and got up from her seat. He pushed me forward to sit at the computer station. I smiled at Cynthia in thanks and pulled up the web browser.

I pulled open my email and printed off the resume pages he had asked for. He asked me to print off the stuff I sent him as well, so I sent that to the printer too. Her little machine rumbled and spit out the pages behind me. I handed them over to him.

"What is this all about? Denis?" She asked with a concerned frown. It was Richie who answered her.

"He has been screwed over by someone in HR that doesn't like him." He stated baldly. Her eyes got big as they looked over at me.

"Oh Denis! You poor dear. Will you take care of it, Richie? Denis is such a good boy." She said pleadingly to the man in front of us. I blushed and couldn't meet his eyes.

"It's okay Cynthia. I'm alright." I mumbled. She just patted my shoulder and scoffed.

"It doesn't matter if you're alright dear. What they did was very wrong. Richie is a good boy too. He will take care of it." She insisted. I looked up with a slightly mocking look and met his grin.

"Of course, Cynthia. I will take care of everything." He bowed a little to her and motioned for me to go out the door. I headed out after Cynthia gave me a hug and told me I had to come see her again. I didn't have the heart to say no. That woman is one of the few really good people here. I know.

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