I Crash You

28 - Confrontation

[Edited]

I actually got asleep when re-checking-reading this. Thank you, and you're welcome.

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"Explain." I slammed my work schedule paper and tapped on his working desk impatiently.

Screw dedication. I was sure if Ms. Ann didn't get a high salary, she would just ignore my entire presence cause it's of no use.

"Ms. Farren, please." That's all she said. Her sentence was definitely getting shorter. She knew she's just wasting time and energy solely because it's listed on her 'job desk'.

"I'll handle the matter, Ms. Ann. Thanks." And she excused herself and got back to the other side of the wall.

"Wow, you're very welcome. Am I a matter now? Which of course I am. Solid? Liquid? Dark matter?" Which he ignored for the first time in forever. Sign of a good day ahead. Fucking note the sarcasm.

"Ms. Farren, you know there are regulations in this office, right?"

"Regulations my ass, bruv. For instance this shitty schedule for the month? What the hell?"

"Promise me, you won't barge in anymore. Tell Ms. Ann, or at least knock. And only will I tell you then."

"Ay ay captain." I rolled my eyes as I mocked salute him. He didn't look as pleased.

"And mind your words and manners, please. Or else-"

"Or else what? You're firing me? I thought I was fired already with those red Xes all over my schedule."

"Okay, I get it. Calm down, Ms. Farren." I couldn't calm down with a formal 'Ms. Farren' bossy tone asshole. I ain't some high remarkable all champagne conglomerate with a neck tie and suit, buddy.

"As much as I hated you call me Lynx, I hated Ms. Farren better. Thanks for asking." I mumbled under my breath as low as possible, whilst I sat myself on the sofa available in his office. I didn't care whether he heard that or not, I just needed to rant out and too ashamed to face him.

"I just don't want you to do that when others are present, they won't have a good impression on both of us." I knew he had meant the impact of my recklessness would be of a greater downfall to his own reputation. He had mentioned that he made his way up with efforts ever since the accident although it was his biological father's office. I was being childish in the wrong time and place and I knew it all the same, how I looked like a puppy on a fucking rebellion to be potty trained.

I fiddled with my fingers nervously cause I was indeed the exact reflection of a child getting scolded by her parents for being naughty and I might not get present from Santa this year. As much as I never did, cause I was simply never good enough, even to Santa.

"I won't do that.. Well, if you're talking about the meeting again, yes I'm so fucking sorry, shit maybe no fuck-but fuck maybe no shit either in the office. And shit, that sound wrong. I also don't mean to shit in the office but fuck- man it's worse. I'm fucking no one in the office. Although I've fucked y-" I coughed hard on my own spit, again. And rolled on the sofa and slipped down and lastly wasted on the floor.

Here lie, Lynx Farren. Death by spit choking from banging her boss, Monday, 20th May 2019.

Do people actually write the day as in Mon-Tues-Wednes-Thurs-Fri-Satur-Sun on their tombstones? I gotta need my personal death advisor.

"You fine?" He came in sight with a tumbler and handed it to me. My coughing frenzy eventually slowed down. I really didn't see why he's still able to be near me after I showed my fucked up dying face several times. Didn't he get nightmares? I could bet a fortune that Lochness looked more attractive than me a four hundreds percent.

"So fucking fine. Why would you give water to someone whose gag reflex was high? The water would burst. Goodness, not pregnant bur-"

"Lynx, enough with your rambles. It never has a happy ending." He just sighed. Since I was no psychologist in the first place, I couldn't explain the meaning behind every sigh. Whether it be an 'I'm disappointed in you' or a 'I pity you' or 'what can I say when you're so adorable' or 'sorry I didn't mean it too' or simply a 'just shut up'. Whatever the meaning was.

"Good point. Yeah, sorry." I sat myself back on the sofa with my head low and scooted over to the farthest seat from him. That was until I remembered and frowned. "But that was my aim and my actual plan! I was confronting you. I gotta go fierce and mighty and not act like a puppy. I wanted to be sassy when I got fired! I had it on my mind bucket list."

"Well, sorry about ruining your 'plan' because I thought it would be good for you to distinguish between personal and work because I've been spoiling you too much, little puppy. Probably shouldn't have done that."

"Agree!" He rolled his eyes at my word.

"And I really isn't firing you anytime soon, I can promise you that as long as I'm still your supervisor in this office." He approached me and patted my head. I knew he's tall, but I wasn't short and sofas aren't as high as bar stools either, but I was rested against his tummy and not his dick, for your dear information. The air around us was sweet and not sensual. Especially when he stroked light delicate touches up and down on my back.

"Sorry again," I hugged his waist. "I was coming here after jumping onto conclusions. You could've been on an important phone call or maybe you were on high focus watching porn-,"

"Lynx." He growled.

"Or masturbating which-,"

"Oh my God."

"-didn't need any audience. Or did you ever banged your secretary or something?"

"For fuck sake, she's married, Lynx." He groaned.

"I mean your other subordinates-"

"Stop it, baby." And that was enough to quiet me down. But baby, did he really stalked my facebook account?

"I thought you said 'distinguish between personal and work'," I quoted him.

"It's pass lunch time by two minutes."

"Shit, eat now talk later."