What a Pain

All righty, I was on a role last night!
For anyone who didn't get Cake or Death, it's from an English comedian Eddie Izzard.
Here's the link to the sketch :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNjcuZ-LiSY

Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always please let me know what you think =)

Chapter Five

I was still grumbling about Tony on my way to work Monday morning. Fucking git, how dare he...I’ll bloody ‘No way José’ him. Ohhh I plan to take my revenge...I shall plot it at work...Oh the possibilities.

I was jostled along the busy streets of London, trying to make my way to the building where I work. Fucking people, they piss me off. In case you haven’t guessed yet, I’m in a bad mood. When I’m in said bad mood people tend to be on the receiving end of bitchiness and sarcasm. Pity the workforce of Russ Enterprises.

I made my way into the large office building at a fast pace. Bugger it, I was running late. I really don’t want one of Mr Jared’s oh so interesting speeches on tardiness. I just managed to make it to the lift before the door closed, phew lucky!

I was squashed between a fat balding man who smelt like stale sweat and a giant of a man, well built and oh so hot. Ugh the old man was eyeing my ass. Ok I’m so creeped out, let me out, let me out, let me out!

The lift finally stopped on my floor and I literally ran out. Ugh so gross, someone needs to introduce him to hygiene. It’s great really, you wash regularly and you don’t smell- who would have thought?

I checked my black leather wrist watch. Shit ten minutes late. I sidled into the office, checking to see if the boss’s door was shut. Score, it was! Maybe I can get away with being late and miss his speech.

I got to my desk and quickly arranged everything to make it look like I’d been on time. I was just about to sit down when Mr Jared’s office door opened and he appeared.

“Mr Arbarca a word please?” Oh bugger caught. I inwardly groaned and slowly straightened my posture. Fuck, I’m not in the mood for this. I hope I can hold my tongue; I need this job to pay the rent.

I slowly made my way over to his office, counting to ten in my head. I stepped inside the spacious room, with a too large desk at its centre and two plush brown chairs in front of it, for clients to sit. Normally both chairs were empty, but today there was someone sat there. With their long sleek black hair pulled into a pony tail. They looked sharp, Armani suit in a dark grey. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity.

The head turned in my direction and my heart jumped in my chest. No way, nooo fucking way. Awan? What the hell is he doing here? My surprise slowly faded away and I managed to replace my normal apathetic mask.

Mr Jared closed the office door and made his way behind his desk.

“Mr Arbarca, this is Mr Warner, the new Chief Designer from the States. He’ll be working with you on the hospital project”

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. I looked at Mr Jared, trying to decipher whether he was playing a cruel joke or not. Oh Fates, why do you hate me so? I must have really fucked up in my last life to deserve this! Mr Jared noticed my staring at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Is there a problem Mr Arbarca?” I snapped out of my daze.

“No sir,” I turned to face Awan. Ok, Mr One Night Stand, if you can stand there all cool and collected, I can play your game.

“José Arbarca, Art Director. Nice to meet you,” I stuck out my hand. He looked marginally surprised, before a slight smirk made its way onto his face.

He took my hand in his large warm soft one, his skin looking a lot darker than it was against my pale skin. Ugh stop it Jos. His deep voice shot spikes of warmth down my spine, causing goose bumps to rise.

“Awan Warner. I hope we work well together” I wanted to hold onto his hand for longer but then remembered that he’d left me. Fucker. Although it could have been my fault...It was only a one nighter. But hey, I’m going to continue being angry at him, it’s more fun. He could’ve at least left a note!

Mr Jared looked pleased. “Good. Well how about you two go and get acquainted. Mr Arbarca, please show Mr Warner the files on the project and which direction we want to go with it. I expect an initial idea presentation by 4 pm today fellas.”

My god, who says that? Fellas. Only old men in their knit jumpers. Not obscenely hot multi millionaire businessmen. Please dear God, let me get through this day alive. Awan, sorry ...Mr Warner, politeness in the working environment and all that BS left the office first. I was just about to make my break for it when I was stopped by Mr Jared’s voice.

“Oh, by the way Mr Arbarca, if you’re late again I’ll have you working on the Schiffer Project.” I cringed, ugh anything but that. The Schiffer Project or ‘The dead end’ as most people called it has never actually left the design stage. The client: a Mr Henry Schiffer is the most arrogant, pig headed man you will ever meet. Next to Mr Jared that is. Everything that has ever been designed he’s turned down. He’s been through nearly every design company in London and still isn’t satisfied. You’re lucky if you come out from a meeting with him alive.

I left the office and shut the door with great care. I really wanted to slam it, he gets me so mad. Awan was standing just outside the office, talking to the attractive female whose desk was opposite Mr Jared’s office. The green eyed monster reared its ugly head. I gritted my teeth and walked over to her desk.

“Mr Warner, would you like to follow me to our work area?” He stopped chatting and looked at me slightly annoyed. The woman...Well...if you can call her that... Candy? Sandy? I dunno I can’t remember her name glared at me. Well sorry toots for interrupting your flirt session, you can do that with Mr Jared later.

“I’ll talk to ya later, Emma,” he drawled in his sexy American accent. Ok, breathe in, then out. I am calm, ripples of water and all that jazz.

I stomped my way to our work area, which consisted of three large tables and everything you need to design with. Luckily the area was well lit so my eyes wouldn’t die on me. I can’t work in the dark!

I could feel Awan’s eyes burning into the back of my head. Well yeah fuck you too I can be all calm and professional.

We sat down at the centre table and he placed a black A3 portfolio folder on the table. Huh, funny I hadn’t noticed him carrying that, mind you I was trying to stop myself from smacking the life from Mr Jared. He sat down opposite me and calmly regarded me. Phew he looked so hot- wait bad José, you’re supposed to be unaffected and professional.

“Why the fuck did you leave without saying anything?” Yeah that was professional. He just continued to look at me calmly, which only infuriated me more. Why is that? I could feel myself becoming more and more wound up.

“What got nothing to say for yourself?” Yeah look at me go, with my calmness, I am soo unaffected by yew!

He sighed and leaned forward, placing his forearms on the table and holding his hands together. This looked like it could be painful.

“Look José, Saturday was a one night thing. You never indicated that it was to be something more and to be honest; you’re not really what I look for in a relationship, what with all your questions and stuff, you're like a chick. I make a point not to date colleagues. It can get messy.”

Well shit this kinda hurts. I dunno, I maybe hoped it would be something else, but yeah. We kinda met in a club and had sex after we’d only known each other for a few hours. But it could’ve worked...don’t look at me like that...it could’ve. I looked up from my study of the table to see Awan smirking at me from across the table, eyes filled with mirth.

I did the best thing I could do in a situation like this.

“So, what ideas do you have for this project?”

I changed the subject. This was going to be one really awkward project.

Smite me now oh mighty one.

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