The Deal | Dan x Reader 1930's Mobster AU

Fake Potted Plant

I don't know where I was going with this chapter.
It's...
Very weird.
Enjoy~

(Y/n)'s POV

I felt sick.

Terribly, terribly...

Sick.

I helped myself out of a theater chair and towards the nearest restroom, sinking to the cool tile. I was slowly going insane here, cooped up inside with a paling green face. It was quite obvious that no one really wanted to be around me.

I was doing nothing but complaining and I looked so sickly it was enough to make another person sick. It had been going on for days now and I couldn't stand it a second longer, despite the fact I had a few weeks to go.

I, of course, in my delirious state scrambled for someone to pin blame on and I had settled for Andrea. She was easy to blame for just about anything, not to mention the incident weeks prior. My doctor had said nothing of it and I had yet to tell Dan. Everything seemed okay for now.

Except the fact I felt like my skin was trying to crawl off my body.

I stood up, my knuckles gone white from my death grip on the counter. Dan was currently out with other higher ups in the community on some business dinner, so Phil was placed to watch me. I peeked into Dan's office where Phil had planted himself. It was clear he didn't see me and I was assumed to be watching a movie. I headed out without his knowledge, grabbing a car and accompanying driver.

In my delusional craze I had decided to see Andrea to tell her to 'lay off'. Though in my fever it seemed like an idea unfortunately slept on until now, but this was not the case.

I nearly stumbled into the office and in spite of the cool weather my face was red and shiny with sweat. My body heat had gotten so out of wack hairs at my temples stuck to my skin in wet streaks. Certainly this wasn't good.

"How may I he—" the receptionist took one look at the scene in front of her and stopped mid sentence.

"Andrea."

"Right."

She buzzed up to the office and I collapsed in a waiting lobby chair next to a nice looking potted plant, which at this point might as well have been talking to me. We shared a similar color at the moment and upon further inspection, I began to question exactly if it was fake or not. I stroked the leaves, still unsure of myself before I glanced across the polished floors at a man in a chair along the opposite wall. He was staring quite wildly at me, as I must've seemed crazy stroking a plant with the clammiest hands he had probably ever seen.

I held up my hand in a wave and went back to petting the plant in this professional office, not quite clicking the pieces into place. Two large men arrive to escort me, most likely because Andrea was scared of me. It seemed though like the guards were terrified of me, pressing themselves up against the wall of the elevator, as close as they could.

I was brought to her office, a typical rich office with double doors for dramatic entry and ones that slammed behind me when I entered. I held the base of my bump after wiping some sweat from my brow. My throat was rather tight in that moment, unable to really get a word out.

"Why have you come here? To attack me?"

I glanced at her, seeing she hadn't turned around. She was dramatic monologuing to her wall, not turning yet to look at me.

"Not really."

"Well then what? What's the motive?" She turned to look at me before freezing like the receptionist had. She eyed me with wide eyes and I just stood there, swaying slightly because I had to.

"I've just come to tell you to leave us alone," I said. "Like...just stop being one crazy bitch."

"Pardon?"

"Well most of the time I just want to stab you in your stupid face. Maybe shoot. I haven't really considered which is more appealing. I just don't get why you can't get over yourself, you know?" I asked. I took heavy strides towards her and she backed up slightly. "Oh come on what the hell am I going to do to you. I can't exactly move with a fucking boat in my stomach."

"Oh my dear God."

"I just can't stand the idea of my kids not being able to go outside because of you, so could you just not?" I said. "I'm a little crazy right now, so I'd just agree."

"Kids."

"You didn't think this stomach was just one did you?" I said, groaning.

"Children with Daniel I assume?" She asked.

"Dude, he hates Daniel," I sighed, suddenly out of breath for standing too long. "And yeah."

Her face softened and she looked over my wilting figure. Did she not have any chairs in here?

"I see. I understand where you're coming from and I can respect that you came over here, unarmed and in such...horrible condition," she said.

"Wha—"

"I know my attempts are feeble and I can't help but think I have better things to do. You seem far worse off than I am right now, and I'm quite glad that's not me."

"Huh?"

"You look terrible and if that had been my future with Daniel, I would've left a long time ago. Perhaps it's better with you instead. I'm well off so I see no need to come after you anymore."

Was she serious?

To insult me like that? I felt heat rise up in my chest and I left with a slam of a door. I felt like I was thoroughly going insane at this point, questioning why I was here and how had that just happened.

Did she really just give up with us because she thought we were worse off? Then again, how I looked certainly didn't help the case. I headed back to the lobby, looking like a fool.

"Find everything okay?" The receptionist asked and I nodded.

"I'd like to leave a note with Andrea. Something we hadn't discussed," I said and the woman eyed me suspiciously. I must've seemed crazy.

"...sure."

And that was when I threw up in her potted plant.

I didn't feel too bad about it though.

Turns out it was fake.

~Calymari