Close Quarters

5. The 'sizzling' 'Barbie'

Carefully clicking the door shut to make sure no sound leaked, Decker whipped around to pace around the annoying woman. Why must she be everywhere like one of Jake's brussel sprout farts from his mum's casseroles?

"So! You heard the old man, find some place to move or I shall find it for you and remove all your belongings in the middle of the night plus you to somewhere far, far away," Decker smirked, aware of the stares through the glass wall. He was careful to keep his face shining like the overly cheerful sun outside to keep up with the pretense of familiarising himself with his sweet, novel paralegal. Father Fate, why must he be so harsh to him.

"How are you going to do that without alerting everyone else in the neighborhood? By the way your power socket is loose, what an amazing room you have," she drawled, rolling her large hazel eyes.

"I have my ways," Decker sniffed, deciding to ignore her last statement.

"And let's just say I'm not a light sleeper and I'm a heavy one -"

"Hah, I bet you snore like Thor," Decker jested, purposely interrupting her and gloating in her annoyance.

"Wow that rhymes..." she hooted as she popped open all the available orifices of her face and dramatically covered her gaping mouth. " I didn't know your intellect allowed you to rhyme anything!"

"Don't forget, I'm your superior as of approximately 15 minutes ago. It you're so bummed about that, go and resign," Decker dared. She'll be an idiot to do that, she's lucky to even have an opportunity to step into this building, nonetheless have an interview and be hired. She's still cleaning the toilet at his house though.

"Whatever," she spluttered. River's face grew red, "AND I do not snore like Thor... or at all. How are you not going to wake me up if you were to move me out of my bed?". She tried to poke Decker's chest discreetly, but the discretion made her look like a tyrannosaurus rex practising MJ's thriller choreography. She does look pretty carnivorous.

"I'll drug you so you'll sleep like a log and move the bed with you on top!" Decker hissed as he stepped up close to glare in her eyes. Her pretty amazing looking eyes.

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"Do you want to get lunch together downstairs? You're going to love Cook E Douh's because they make the best burgers, pasta and salads in Sydney! No, the world! Also their cookie dough ice cream is to die for!" Gina trilled the last few syllables of her enthusiastic advocacy for the shop as she pranced up to River's cubicle.

"Do they sell their icecream in tubs too?" River responded not looking up from "Mr Adam's" papers before mumbling to herself. "Fernando needs to be stocked up real bad".

After stomping on his toes, making sure to drill her heel around the tip of his highly shiny loafers, she fled to her cubicle desk until he called her in again approximately twenty minutes later. He pretended nothing had ever happened, therefore so could River. After giving her a mountainous stack of papers he deemed old cases, he ordered her to retype them into his database and rearrange the lay outs to better aid his future uses. That lazy lump of greaseball, he just sat there afterwards in his office looking busy. And kind of sexy too. But no one, no one threatens to drug her and gets away with it.

"Oh, I've never asked before!" Gina shook River out of her murderous thoughts. "Anyways, what did Mr Crispy do when he summoned you to his glass palace?" She winked and sashayed her hips against River's arm, causing her to doodle what looked like miniature sheep on the file she was working on. Thank god it was an old copy that will be shredded. She may as well draw a Bo Peep with Decker's face next to them.

"Mr Crispy?....Uh, who's that?"

"Decker Adams! He's super hot and to make something crispy you need high temperatures, which is exactly what he's rising right now. I swear the air conditioners are sweating like my grandma at the disco!" She giggled relentlessly, scanning him over. River rolled her eyes. Perhaps she should buy Gina a bib for Christmas this year. No, that's probably too late, Gina would have drowned her entire wardrobe with her drool by then.