Seira
Did you guys remember C.W telling me, 'If you come here late again tomorrow you're fired'? Does that work both ways?
Just when I am about to blurt an insult that was forming in my head was the time she decided to show up.
"Bi--," I was supposed to say 'Bitch' but when I saw a looming shadow behind me, I decided against it and blurted, "Bi-EST Boss ever!"
I turned around and faced the gloomy and sleep-deprived face of my Boss.
I pulled the best smiley face I could pull, "Nice of you to come in for work ma'am."
The only reply she bestowed upon me for my effort is her poker face and the rolling of her eyes, "Idiot, get out of my way."
She pushed me aside as she fumbled with her keys to fit on the lock while she was grumbling under her breath.
I couldn't keep the stupid grin off my face even as she called me an idiot. Because the fact that she arrived later than me is a good reason to be cheery, especially now that she couldn't scold me for being late and fire me on the spot.
After almost a minute of C.W trying every key on her key ring, she finally figured out that the last one will fit the key hole and forcefully opened the door.
C.W suddenly turned around to face me, "What are you still doing here? Get my coffee! And don't come back without it!"
I scrambled away from her office and ran towards the elevator.
Of all the important things I could be doing this morning as an assistant to the creative writer, I am stuck with coffee duty.
Speaking of coffee, I forgot to ask what coffee she wants!!
I closed my eyes and pounded a fist to the elevator wall and flinched when it hurt.
A throat cleared from behind me and I stared apologetically to the snotty gentleman.
I groaned and run a palm to my face.
The elevator door clicked and I rushed to the underground parking lot to escape the main door security guard to visit the nearby Moonbucks store located two blocks away.
With two cups of coffee in hand, I walked back to the office using the route I took going to Moonbucks.
My phone ringed, telling me I got a message.
I stopped walking and held C.W's coffee between my right elbow and my ribs while I was holding my cup so that I can use my left hand to fish my cell phone in my jeans pocket.
I continued to walk while focusing on my phone and when I neared a corner, I bumped unceremoniously on a hard chest and spilled the contents of my coffee.
I looked between my cup and the coffee stain now spreading on the white shirt before me.
I glanced up and saw the holes of a nose above my head. I blinked furiously and apologized but when I opened my eyes, two mismatched eyes are staring so closely to my face, by 'closely' I mean literally close to my face.
"What do you think you're doing?" the egotistical maniac asks me.
I took a step back and poured the remaining coffee on his shirt, "None of your concern. What are YOU doing here?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Okay, I'm now convinced you've been living under a rock all this time and it's also none of your concern, weirdo."
Astounded, I flipped my hair and gave him a piece of my mind, "Look here you egomaniac human," I opened my two palms beside my chest to make a point.
He stared at my chest.
"Not literally!" I raised my voice and poked his forehead with my free hand.
We were having another heated staring contest when my phone rang and blasted 'I'm a crazy weirdo'.
I closed my eyes, declined the call and cleared my throat.
"You're the weirdo here! Who in their right mind wouldn't scream in pain when they get scalding coffee on their shirt?" I defended.
The egotistical maniac chuckled, "Oh crazy weirdedness, that scalding coffee you are talking about that is now on my shirt? It's as hot as you, if you understand that you aren't"
Why that little-huge...gah!
My face twitched and I pushed him aside, "Get out of my way!"
"You better get another fresh cup of coffee if you don't want to get fired by whomever unlucky superior that hired an idiot like you," he retorted.
The egotistical maniac started to walk towards the opposite direction when he said, "By the way, thank you for this parting gift you gave me. I swear I'll remember your puny self every time I see a spilled coffee."
My whole face is twitching now in annoyance as I try to choke his neck imaginatively from where I stand and the last cup of coffee spilled on my feet.
"OH, COME ON!" I yelled at myself just as the ringtone 'I'm a crazy weirdo' blasted from my phone.
I accepted the call this time, "You're the crazy weirdo, you crazy man!"
I can hear Leo laughing from the other side and hanged up.
I am so mad that I am trying to pull the hair off my head just thinking about it.
The egotistical maniac made fun of my height, called me weirdo, an idiot and left me confused. I mean, why thank a person that accidentally spilled coffee on your white shirt?
Leo on the other hand, changed my ringtone for his number AGAIN and called me for the fun of it.
One of these days, I'll beat these assholes to a pulp, but for now I've got to turn back and get a fresh cup of coffee fast.