Babysitter Cougar [COMPLETE]

Chapter 19 page 1 - T-Rex Appeaser

2018

My return to workstation from the pantry is greeted by Marcus from the Product Team who leans against the edge of my desk while conversing with my cubicle neighbour.

When he notices my arrival, he welcomes me with his utmost cheesiness, "Sofia, My saviour. My intermediaries between heaven and hell."

The sound of him placating me conceals his cunning intention.

"Yes, Marcus. How can I help?" I unwillingly surrender myself to his incoming request.

"T-Rex rejected my proposal paper, claiming it's too premature for Tranche 3 mortgage financing execution," he complains. "Is he mental or what?"

"I bet he gets that direction from Dato' Bahadin himself. It's not his call," I opine.

"Well apparently, he slays the rest of our papers too. Especially the strategy on cashless facilities," he points out.

"Okay, noted," I give a deadpan response and resume my seat. "Can't help you with that."

"Of course you can, you're a T-Rex appeaser," he advocates. "Only you can bring up his mood, I think he lacks affection. Do a lap dance on him or give him a head if you must?"

"Marcus! I'm not his call girl for crying out loud," I chastise.

"Please, your sacrifice means a lot to the Bank," he presses on.

"No, it means a lot to you," I smirk. "If you want to know why he rejected your papers, you should give him a call."

"He screens his calls and never accepts ours," he excuses.

I groan at his explanation and reluctantly dial Saint's extension and wait for his answer.

"Connor," Saint's deep voice greets from the speaker.

"Good Morning," I muster a chirpy tone. "What have you been up to?"

"Just done wanking off. What's up?" he responds sarcastically.

"Can you not be any gross–"

"Get to the point!" he cuts off.

"The Product Team asks why you kill their papers?" I ask.

"It's there blatantly written on the first page. Can't they read?" he snaps.

"Why did you write that?" I clarify my inquiry.

"If they see it from a broader perspective, they'll understand their proposal has many potential risks," Saint clarifies.

"But the Risk Team has reviewed it," I object.

"Well, the Risk Team's point of view is on operational risks, not the entirety of it," he argues back.

"Perhaps they could–"

"Please don't do favours for others and take advantage of my amiability," he chides and drops the call.

I turn to Marcus after returning the receiver, "Sorry, can't help. T-Rex turns into a dragon and incinerates me. I think your papers require risk assessment from Legal and Sharia's perspective. So, you know what to do."

"Yeah, I can hear him blaring from here," he sighs heavily and trudges away from my cubicle.

Marcus almost reaching the lift lobby when my desk phone rings, catches his attention. Saint's caller ID flashes on its screen panel, alarming me.

"Sofia," I answer, eyeing Marcus, who still anticipates Saint's call from afar.

"They're gone?" Saint checks in on the other line.