Oh, Fuck

Frank's P.O.V.

Phone bells. Endless phone bells. This is not the job I signed up for. The damn ringing blasts from my headset for what feels like the fifteen-thousandth time today. I'm tempted to ignore it, but my boss' evil little henchman would make a note of dropped calls in my biweekly performance review. So I hit the little "accept" button and take the damn call.

"Macmillan Publishing, representative speaking. How may I help you." It's probably another douchebag author.

"Uhh... Hi. This is Frank Bern, author of 'Summer Love' and I want to renegotiate our contract. I've been thinking, and you guys are totally screwing me over. 'Summer Love' is going to catch on. And when it does, I don't want the office monkeys up in HQ to steal all the profits"

Yep. I was right. How do I play this? Am I supposed to act impressed?

"Well sir." I drone on, spitting out corporate propaganda like cold coffee. "I'm afraid you have the wrong number. You want to call Linda up in legal. The number should be on the bottom right of the header on your contract. Anything else?" Maybe you should have written a better book. Then you would have a better contract you dickbag. Who even comes up with such a cringy title for a romance novel? Summer Love? Only middle-aged virgin wannabe-authors create this shit.

"S-sir please-" I begin as the egotistical moron refuses to take no for an answer. I sigh. "May I put you on hold as I transfer you to my supervisor?" I suggest through clenched teeth before agressively pressing the hold button, wishing I had the ability to slam down the phone on the receiver like in the good old days of tech support. Whiny piece of shit.

"Bad call?" Nancy chimes in uninvited as usual. The bitch couldnt keep her nose out of my business if her life depended on it. "Just one of those." I say forcing out a laugh. She turns towards me. She's less than 10 feet away from my cubicle and I wish she could be moved to another desk so she wouldn't talk my fucking ear off. "I know what you mean.You're really good with calls usually so there's no need to worry." She giggles."Thanks. And does this alternate reality come with a live-action Avatar the Last Airbender that's not completely eye-gouging?" I joke in my leave-me-the-fuck-alone-Nancy voice. She takes no notice of my tone. Nancy laughes harder than she should, even though I know for a fact she hasn't even seen the trailer for the movie. "I'm gonna go get some esspresso." I mutter while ducking around her to head to the break room. "Can I join?" She chirps at my retreating back. "Nothing personal, but I'd rather just be alone today."

Wow. A politically correct way to say 'fuck off' to somebody. When did I become an emo teenager again?

Notes

Two part first chapter! (Because the page keeps becoming unresponsive.) Gerard is in the next one. :) We hope that you lovely readers will enjoy this story and that we can make it something different, and better than, typical fanfictions. :)

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