Promoted

c h a p t e r t w e l ve

It's always fun when the weekend's over and you have to go back to your old job because you've been demoted from your new one.
Haha.
I'm currently sitting on the new couch in my old office while Kenny stares at me skeptically.
"Jenny? Is there something you'd like to say? Because I know you've missed me, but you don't look too happy to be here."
"Basically, Timothy said since I haven't chosen this promotion over Carson's yet, then I can't work with him. Then he gave me two options, a month leave with no pay, or work with you again." I groan.
"And we all know it sucks to work with little old me."
"Kenny."
"I'm kidding," he raises his hands in surrender. "Well I'll have you know I've gotten used to a new normal, and I don't need you messing things up."
"And what is that supposed to mean, exactly?"
"It means that from now on, the only thing you can do to help is sit on your lazy butt and do nothing. Unless you wanna fetch me a coffee every now and then, because that would be fantastic.
"Wait, really? But-"
"Nah, it's fine. First off, you're clearly tired and need a break, and the work load diminished since you've left. Also, there's this intern named Jeremy-" Kenny pauses to snicker. "He'll do anything you say. I almost feel bad for the guy."
"Kenny!" I gasp.
"I don't need a lecture Jenny, he's constantly down my throat asking for work anyway."
"Whatever. But seriously; thanks Kenny. You're the best."
"I know, you tell me every day." He smiles, and I follow his train of sight.
"So you've missed me so much that you felt like you had to put up a picture of me with the quote 'Kenny, you're the best?'"
"Please, don't flatter yourself. It's to remind me that I'm a life essential. Without me, your life would be in ashes."
"Right."
"Now go fetch me a coffee, dear servant." Kenny says in a horrible British accent.
"They drink tea in London."
"Well this is Canada, and I would like a coffee, so chip, chop, cheerio."
"I've never heard anyone say that."
"Fine; Get me a coffee, b*tch."
"Jeez. One coffee with extra shots of rat poison coming right up." I roll my eyes, leaving the small office.
When I return from the coffee shop, I get a chance to meet this new intern.
And by meet I mean bump into and spill coffee everywhere.
"Oh, oh my gosh. Oh my- I'm so so so sorry." He says, hastily picking up papers that have flown everywhere.
"It's fine, this kind of stuff happens to me all the time. I'm guessing you're the new kid, Jeremy?" I respond and he looks up at me in shock.
"You know my name?"
"Yeah... Kenny told me about you."
"He did?" His eyes widen further.
"Yeah, why so surprised?"
"Well he's always giving me weird looks whenever I talk to him."
"I see..." I nod, making a mental note to talk to him about that.
"I'm guessing you're Ms. Jackson?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Oh, Mr. Timothy told me all about you. I saw a picture of you and two other people and I asked him about them. He told me it was you and your kids."
"Timothy has a picture of me...?"
"Yeah, it was kind of stalkerish if you ask me." He mutters.
"Interesting; well I've gotta go get some more coffee-"
"Oh no, these were supposed to be downstairs five minutes ago!" Jeremey's eyes widen, and he runs off to the downstairs office with coffee-stained documents. I sigh, praying the secretary won't go too hard on him.
After getting two new cups of coffee, I return to the office and place Kenny's on his desk.
"What took you so long? Tim Horton's is across the street and I'm starting to get cothangry.
"Co- what?"
"Coffee-thirsty-angry. Like hangry, but thirsty for coffee."
"Ok then; I bumped into Jeremy on the way up and spilled coffee everywhere."
"Hah, sounds like him."
"He says he thinks you don't like him. That you give him weird looks and stuff."
"Wha- okay first of all, your concern for this boy is unreal. Second of all, that kid comes out of nowhere -" He claps with each syllable of nowhere. "- So excuse me for being a little spooked."
"Well-"
"And, oh my gosh, this kid talks fast. Like, Lightning McQueen fast. And none of the stuff he says makes any sense."
"Okay, I get it. But you should talk to him, it seems like he really likes you."
"Fine, I'll talk to him. Mom." Kenny continues working, and I roll my eyes.
"Whatever, I've gotta go give Timothy his notes, I'll be back." I get up and leave, making my way to Timothy's office.
"Knock knock," I say, entering the office.
"You know, saying the word doesn't count as knocking, Jenny." Timothy says, and I roll my eyes again. It's not like you were masturbating.
"Well what if I was?"
I look at him.
Silence.
"Well this became awkward really quickly." I say, and Timothy clears his throat.
"So, uh- do you have the um, the-"
"The notes! Right, here." I place the notes on his desk, and he nods, looking back at his computer screen.
"So, Jeremy?"
"Oh yeah, he's an intern."
"But he's, like, fifteen. Shouldn't he be in school?
"Eighteen actually, and he's already graduated university with degrees in arts and mathematics."
"Oh, wow."
"Yeah, I know. He'd be a real asset to the team, but isn't old enough to be hired so he's interning until he's twenty five. Don't you have work to do?"
"Rude. I came for my picture."
"You're what?"
"My picture? The picture of my kids and me? Jeremy told me that I left it in here."
"Oh, r-right."
"Is that it on your desk?"
"..."
"Beside your computer?"
"Well I was going to return it to you, but I kept forgetting so I kept it close to remind myself."
"Rrright. Can I have it back please?"
"Sure, just take it. I have work to do."
"Of course you do." I take the photo, making my leave.