A Little Patience

Chapitre 2

You were eyeing the ceiling, chewing your pen loudly.

You had balanced yourself on your chair and put your feet on your desk. "What time is it, Larry?"

You heard him stop sorting papers and check the clock. "Twelve thirteen Miss."

You clenched your fist. On your desk, the sheets of the file on Axl were splayed out. His ex, the model Stephanie Seymour, was attacking him for domestic violence.

That's it.

The whole twenty pages you've been given could be summarized like that. You just got called, and a meeting with the judge had been planned in two days.

The trial will happen in the media anyway.

You sat straight and made the back of your chair clap. You were pissed, but not surprised. Why would he change?

"Do you want anything to eat? I'm going to-"

You got cut by the door opening, and Larry jumped of surprise.

On the doorstep, Axl. He had a brown paper bag in one hand, the other in his pocket, sunglasses on. You got up, and crossed your arms on your chest. At your side, your secretary opened wide eyes, mouth agape. He eyed Axl and gulped: "Are you... Are you..."

Axl chuckled and closed the door of the office. Larry's gaze shifted on you and he raised eyebrows, as to say "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Larry, could you grab some sandwiches, please?" You took ten dollars from your pocket and handled him. "What inside?"

You swiped the question with your hand. It was more for him to leave both of you alone that you sent him. Larry eyed Axl once again: "Three?"

You looked at Axl. "Two."

He nodded and left, scanning Axl from behind once again after disappearing.

He pointed at the door: "You got yourself a pet?"

You didn't move and threw him a look. "His name is Larry, and he's my secretary. Have some respect." His smile disappeared, and he removed his sunglasses. You turned around the desk and sat at it, watching your feet. You maybe shouldn't have talked like that, but out of the question you will apologize.

He cleared his throat and you heard paper noises. "I... I brought breakfast." You lifted your head. "Breakfast? Axl, it's midday..."

He took the food out. "But look, I took your favourite...."

You huffed, as your heart skipped a beat.

"Axl, I had told you to come at ten."

You locked eyes with him. "If you don't take that seriously, Axl, I can't do anything for you. It's a team job." You pointed at his chest. "If you don't participate, it won't work."

He nodded. "Alright, alright. I get it.

You motioned him to take Larry's chair to sit in front of you. He chuckled as he made the classic desk chair roll on the wooden floor.

"So, when your clients come here you ask your assistant to leave?"

"Well, to be honest, my clients never come here. They are always in prison when they ask for my services."

He let out a "Oh" and sat.

You planted your eyes in his: "Yep, see, I've never been anyone's first choice."

You didn't see how he reacted as you lowered your gaze to the sheets in front of you as soon you said that, but he waited before answering. A silence fell and he took some time to clear his throat and said: "y/n, please..."