Oh, Fuck

I enter the break room, a dismally gray cube with a simple kitchenette and an uncomfortable couch and coffee table set. I'm already bombarded by two guys who are publishers, smug, loud Muppet men.

"I just fucking ended that."

"Before it began?"

"Before it existed." The second guy snickers as the other one looks up at me. I refuse to make eye contact with the man as I maneuver my way to the coffee dispenser. A third guy, sitting down in one of the seats, whips his head around as I pour myself a cup of joe. He doesn't say anything, just watches my every move before turning back around. I shrug and search for cream to add to my coffee when one of the publishers speak up.

"Sorry kid, we ran out." I refuse to face him but casually laugh it off.

"Yeah I figured." I reply sheepishly.

" Hey you look familiar. Do you work in the publishing department?" He continues as I'd rather not make conversation with him. I turn around and my eyes meet his.

"No sir, I actually work in the editing department." I explain.

" Makes sense. You look like you just graduated high school, my mistake rookie." My jaw tightens. Fucking asshole publishers think they're hot shit.

"I graduated high school 6 years ago." I snap. The man looks back at his partner and smirks. If only I could smack that damn grin off his stupid old face.

"Whatever you say short stack." He says, arrogance lacing his every word. I contain my rage the best I can until I see the third guy trying not to laugh. He’s holding what looks like a comic book in his hands. Was there something funny that he read or is he just another dickface? Who fucking knows?

“Good luck with the editing small fry.” Taunts the original dickface flashing a smile that’s obviously seen too many whitening strips. The two suits leave the room.

“I think all the botox has gotten to him.” I say under my breath.

“Hey man,” Says comic book guy. “If you look under the sink there’s actually a shit ton of creamer to your left.” I face the guy sitting down reading, his eyes still glued to his book.

“Excuse me?”

“Under the sink to the left. You don’t listen do you?” I furrow my brows.

“He said there was none left.” I exclaim.

“Yeah that’s a lie. Henderson just wants all the creamer to himself.” He replies.

“What a dick.” I mumble as I retrieve the small carton. He was right.

“You’re welcome.” I roll my eyes. Who does this guy think he is? “So bad listener, and impolite. Interesting combination. Wanna go for the trifecta and be a douchebag outright?” He finally looks up, smirking.

“At the moment? Kind of.” He runs his hand through his hair when his face returns to neutrality.

I finish mixing my coffee until it becomes a light brown and I make my way angrily towards the door. I feel a slight moment of panic when my feet fail me and I almost hit the ground when I slip, but I barely catch myself with one hand clutching the table. “Shit that could have been a lot worse.” I say getting back on my feet. I then see comic book guy’s eyes widen and jaw dropped as he stares at his now ruined book. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.“Dude, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean-”

“You spilled coffee on my comic book…” He whispers, his eyes zoned out.

“I know man I’m-”

“You fucked up my comic book!” He raises his voice, his face contorting into an angry expression. Fuck he’s really mad.

“Look I said I’m sorry, I’ll pay you back alright?” Comic book guy leans back in his chair, hands folded and now calm.

“Damn right you will.” He smiles slightly. What. The. Fuck. I open my shitty wallet.

“So what? Is it 10, 15, $20?” I ask, holding a Jackson bill between my two fingers. He remains silent as I drink whatever is left in my cup and chuck it.

“Try 500.” He snickers. I choke.

“500? Are you fucking crazy? Who the fuck pays that much for a children’s book?” I yell.

“I 'the fuck' pay $500 for a comic book. Or should I say you do.”
“I do not!”

“You do too.” He snaps back.

“I’ll just fucking get you a different one okay?” I was already done with this conversation.

“No, you wreck a $500 book, you pay for a $500 book.” I laugh sarcastically.

“You know what fuck this I’m leaving.”

“I’ll make you leave this god damn world if you don’t pay me back.” The look in his eyes was of pure anger that sent a chill down my spine. He then stood up as he was suddenly towering over me. I’m gonna die. I yelped as he held me by the collar of my shirt, while I kicked until my feet could touch the ground.

“Mr. Iero and Mr. Way you are creating a ruckus in the workplace. I’m going to ask you to leave for the day before I report you.” My boss spoke standing in the doorway. She tapped her feet impatiently, arms crossed and frowning. I gasped for air as I was finally let down.

“Fine.” Comic book guy huffs before stomping off. This isn’t gonna end well.

Notes

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