Greyson's Obsession

Chapter 12

Another blast from the not-so past.

Enjoy more of Riley's non-Greyson rant.

Happy reading!

Matt

Riley

"Mr. For -" I knocked, standing outside the door before walking in.

"Riley." He cut me off as soon as he looked up at me from the mess of papers on his desk. He sat up and reclined in his seat, the look im his eyes casual. "Come in." He welcomed me without hestitation.

I tentatively stepped in to his office. I felt I was sucked into a vortex. Though large and spacious, I felt confined and claustrophic.

The walls were littered with framed certificates mostly. Little shelves were also mounted, intersparsed everywhere. On them stood trophies, other small awards and knick-knacks.

This office was like home for him. I could understand that. I never felt that way about my office. I never really got the chance to make the Accountant's my own anyway.

I was stretched between three desks in two different departments. I should've been tired and suffering from burnout.

Thank you God!

I had slowly trekked to his large impressive wooden desk. I stood in front of him and stared him down.

He had returned to his papaerwork. He got back in sync with his work.

I didn't want to disturb him. But this was important.

To prep myself to speak, my hands half-balled into fists rested on the top of the desk. Knuckles pressed in, sinking into the wood almost.

He looked up again. His tan brown eyes like hazel always sparkled, especially in the light.

If only he knew how much light I shun in this place. I worked more than damned hard. I did more than a slave or a faithful employee would ever do in a lifetime. This was all in one job at first. And I was not doing it anymore.

"Mr. Forest." I spoke curtly. "I have something to say."

He stopped writing, toying with the pen in his hand. He gazed at me with wonderment.

He was no doubt wondering what could I possibly have to say to him.

I smirked to myself. He was about to find out, isn't he?

He got up from his chair, pushing it back as he stood up. He rounded his desk as he came standing in front of me.

He wasn't much taller really. We could've squared off at the same height almost. He had a broader chest and more scuplted phsyique.
His toned muscles was evidence of a habitual gym regime. And he wasn't overtly muscular.

"Yes, Riley." He mocked smiling and a genuine tone. "I'm all ears."

He looked down at me like he was taller. He had probably had a few inches over me. That still didn't mean I wouldn't kick his ass.