blondie [muke af]

four

four

Michael cracked his neck from side to side as he angrily marches his way from Accounting to PR. His assistant and secretary were following behind him, the heels of their shoes clicking as they tried to keep up with his fast pace. He bit the tip of his tongue, trying not to yell at either of them for causing his irritation. 

Technically, the two women were simply doing their job. Nothing was anyone's fault, he was just angry. Michael got angry often. 

He walked under the glass archway finding only Ella and Luke whispering harshly to each other, he cleared his throat. 

Ella froze, too scared to turn around and face Michael. Luke stood up taller, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. "Evening, Sir," he said, keeping the straightest poker face he's ever kept. 

"Are you just as useless as Tech?" Michael asked, leaning up against a book case filled with garbage magazines and trashy novels. 

"I mean, I think we're cool." Luke twirled the gold rings around his fingers, looking down at the reflecting jewelry. 

"You know what I mean," Mike sighed out a growl.

"Okay, honestly, you need to chill," the blonde informed him, arching his back once more to make him seem taller. He had a good few inches on Michael, and both boys knew this. 

The black haired boy stood straight again, dismissing the three women in the room with an, "I don't think you ladies should hear these next few words, don't want to harm your ears."

"That's pretty fucking sexist, sir," Luke spat, leaning up against his desk again. Suddenly, the CEO became hundreds of percentages less attractive. Luke can deal with anger, he can deal with flaws. Sexism, though, is something he won't tolerate.

"I've had the total of two conversations with you, you have no right to piss me off," Michael responded, anger in his tone. He took a step closer to Luke as the blonde did everything in his power to not flinch. 

"I don't know why you're here," he said in a sing-song voice, standing up to go to his own desk. He bent down, reaching for the new bottle of nail polish that was just begging to be used. Michael watched the blonde navigate himself back to the small space in front of his large feet, "All I do is control your social media and update website, along with making you look prettier than usual. I have nothing to do with this."

Mike could feel his cheeks heating up —he had a thing for being called pretty. "I just want this to be fixed by morning."

"That's not my problem," Luke said as he tried to bite off the plastic on the top of the bottle, "I have been here for fourteen hours, a.k.a four more hours than I'm supposed to. I'm leaving soon." He spit out the pieces of plastic, struggling to undo the tight seal of the nail polish. 

"This is your job, you will do it," the CEO demanded, taking the stupid bottle from Luke and unscrewing it himself before handing it back. He needed to reshow his dominance so his employee won't try to slip past him. 

Michael liked power. 

Luke looked at him with big, blue eyes, slouching down again as he held the bottle loosely in his fingers. He took a step back, quickly turning around to gather up his work, "I'm going home now."

Michael watched the boy with long legs gather up a few folders and his computer, quickly shoving it into a mint green bag with pastel pink flowers scattered across. "I pay you to do one thing, you should do that."

Luke turned around, a painful smile plastered on his face, "Then don't pay me." He turned back around, tightening the strings on his bag and buttoning the flap. In all honesty, he needed every penny, he had loans to pay, rent to pay, car insurance to pay. His whole life was going from check to check, hoping he'll make it by one more month. Rent in New York is expensive, it's not his fault. 

Mike raised his eyebrows, oddly liking the tone radiating off of Luke's mouth. "Are you always like this?"

"I've worked at this company for six years, you should fucking know," he strikes back. He starts to slide his hands into his black hoodie. It didn't match his outfit at all, but he didn't want to freeze to death in the November air. 

"Such a pretty boy like you shouldn't have such a sailor's mouth," Michael tested his boundaries in a whisper. 

Luke dropped his backpack to the floor, not sure if it was in his imagination or not. He quickly shook it off with a, "Fuck you."