Don't flirt at work! /CRAIG x TWEEK/

#36 - Confrontation

"Hey, Kyle." Craig said while focusing on counting the money in the office. "When is your training done?"

"My manager training?" Kyle asked as he clicked away on the computer. They were nice and calm in the silent office, the faint noises of the busy café quietly seeped through the walls and the door.

"Yeah."

Kyle hummed for a while. "It's done in two weeks."

"Ok, cool."

"Why do you ask?"

Craig shrugged. He put back the coin rolls into the safe.

"Hmm?" Kyle urged him to say something. "Craig."

"I'm not liking it anymore." Craig swiftly replied. "The job. I wanna do something more."

"That's great, man!" Kyle cheerily exclaimed. "So you're asking if I could be your substitute?" He glanced at Craig.

"I mean, yeah. Nothing is set in stone yet so I might stay for a while."

"Nah, that's fine, dude." Kyle looked back at the data on the screen. "Thanks for letting me know though."

"Sorry, guys." Tweek knocked on the door after he opened it, which was clearly not the order for doing that. "Someone is..."

"Yeah?" They both turned to him.

"Asking for the manager." Tweek started cracking up.

"Oooh, damn!" Kyle looked at Craig excitedly.

"No, don't look at me." Craig put his hands up. "Consider this to be a part of your training."

"R-really?!" Kyle suddenly sat up. "Hell yes!"

They both went out with Tweek. Craig stayed.

Craig sighed. "Dumbasses." He softly smiled. He didn't want to quit his job, but part of him did. All the friends and memories he made at the café were kind of dear to him. Dearer than he would have liked to admit. But all the tension and all the issues that came with the place were just starting to be not worth it. He was too stressed and he felt underachieved. He wanted to be something more.

"Fuck's sake." He ran his right hand through his hair. He continued working in the tight office. Looking at people's rosters and figuring out how he could work things out so that it's the best for others. All the pressure was too heavy on him. Responsibilities, obligations and useless pestering. But he never took it out on anyone. Aside from Stan. But Stan never got offended by it, luckily.

And now he felt guilty for Stan.

"Jesus." He rolled his eyes. "Focus."

He filled each paper out and continued to skim through everything. He flipped through the pages until he got to a heavy stack of papers. Finances.

The place was in debt. Not some cute 'oopsie' debt. Life-crunching debt. Craig couldn't figure out why. Yes, he told Tweek some dumbed-down version but it wasn't the actual reality. Something fishy went on behind the curtains, which felt weird because the only person above him was Andrea Klein.

"..." Craig figured he'd consult Andrea in person. After work.

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He rang the doorbell of the renovated detached house and waited. He glanced at the yard and surroundings. Everything was tidy but pretty plain, just like Andrea's style.

The door opened with his boss right behind it.  "Hello, Craig."

"Hi."

"What do you need?"  Andrea asked simply and politely, but it was obvious she wasn't happy to see him.