Once Upon A Bet

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I was going to kill Ramfire.

Go there.

Do that...

Faster!

Is that all?

Don't laze around-

Ahh he was driving me crazy.

Nothing I did was enough, nothing was good, or worth the appreciation. I swear once this project was done and he was no longer my boss, I was going to give him a piece of my mind. And what's up with him not respecting the lunch breaks?

Today it wasn't the first time he stretched the work until my stomach literally remind him we hadn't eaten yet, but today was the time he most keep me away from it. By the time I was allowed to go eat something everyone was already there.

Great.

So far my lunch sessions hadn't matched with the other workers so no more unpleasant encounters had occurred. I usually just take my lunch and go find somewhere calm -which wasn't that hard in that huge field, but now the line was full of hungry builders and helpers waiting for Chuck -Mick's brother and catering manager- to give them their rations.

Absolutely perfect.

"Miss Jensen, hey." I looked up just as I pulled the bottle from my bag to the new voice and smiled at Mick, the builders' boss smiled at me, chillingly walking closer. Despites my bitter state I forced a smile. This past week, he'd been probably the nicest person here, always treating me with kindness instead of Ramfire's tyranny.

"Mr Dolan, hi."

"Mick, please." he rolled his eyes and stopped by my side, glancing at the filling tables of his workers, lids half hooded 'cause of the sun. "Didn't see you here often. Is Ramfire giving you a hard time?"

"Nothing new." just me wanting to blow my brain every time his poisonous mouth opens.

Mick shook his head with a sigh, half amused. "Don't let him get to you. His jerkness will tone down with time."

I hope.

"Thanks, but I only believe miracles I get to see."

He laughed. "Okay." he laughed, eying the moving cue. "Are you gonna get in the cue?"

"Nah, I got my own supplies." I raised my bottle at him.

To add to my already awful mood, I wasn't allowed to have that yummy smelling whatever they all were eating. Yesterday my mother bought my dress for the event the Country Club was throwing this 4th of July. The problem? She bought it one size too small. Now I have a week to lose 5 pounds. Connie, our family's chef, is preparing me green smoothies and I wasn't allowed to have anything else.

I love my life.

Mick eyed it, but was kind enough not to look too nauseated. "Delicious, I'm sure." he patted my back and nodded towards the Well House. "I'll go check everything is fine before these losers get back to work. See you around, miss."

I smiled gratefully as the man walked away with that gentle expression. Why can't my superior be more like him? That would be a nice change for sure. And if only-

"You're blocking the way." my chest constricted at that voice again. I didn't need to turn to know who the fucker was. "Move."

Of course he would put an end to this small break from a horrible day. Rolling my eyes, I didn't bother to look back at him and advanced. I better found a place to 'enjoy the ten minutes I still have left from my lunch before being requested again by Mr Tyrant.