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Are you fucking kidding me?
Partner?
“I said I’d try but unfortunately we are fully staffed.” I said very diplomatically.
“You owe me.”
“I don’t owe you anything. Nobody owes anybody a job. You owe people
money sometimes but you earn a job, you deserve a job.” I felt like a father
talking to a lazy teenager.
“Yes. I deserve.” He said solemnly.
What a fucking retard. I started to look at his features, his sunken, lost eyes and
wondered if he did have some kind of mental or social interaction defect. It was
possible that he was just in need or some medical assistance. It was also
possible that he was just a cunt.
“Well since we don’t have the internet everyone is going home.”
A loud cheer from the rest of the staff let me know that no conversation was
private in the office. I would remember that the next time I was giving Elly an
ear infection with my dirty talk. They didn’t wait to be formally dismissed but
as I stood with my back to them and my face to this arsehole who still had his
feet on my desk, the staff quietly left. They were quicker at getting out of the
office than they were at getting in and ready in a morning. That I had learnt.