Chapter Six:

After I left the coffee place, I tried not to think about Brian’s persistence as I biked to work. The ride was fast and uncomfortable. God, it’s going to be a fucking long day.

I walked my bike into the building and heard George on his normal tirade. He’s impatient and feels the need to micromanage everything. It’s annoying, but it’s a job. And I think I speak for all of us, when I say that we’re only here for the money.

George looked over at me and gave me a pointed look. He pointed at the clock on the wall. I shrugged.

“Look who decided to join us.” He huffed. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m ten minutes early, George.” I pointed out.

“That’s a first.”

“No, it’s not. I’m never late.” I argued.

“Right and I’m the Easter Bunny.”

“Hey, what you do in your spare time is your business. I’m not gonna judge you.”

“Here’s your package, Karen. Just get to work.” He ordered, clearly getting irritated with me.

“Okay. I got it. Calm your tits, sheesh.”

“I’m a man, Karen.”

“So?”

“So, I don’t have tits. Show some respect. I am your boss.” He reminded me. His face is getting steadily pinker. He’s just so much fun to mess with. I almost can’t help myself, almost.

“Soothe your boobs?” I tried.

“How is that better?”

“De-stress your breasts?”

“Karen!”

“Hakuna your ta-tas?”

“So help me, God!”

“Chill – don’t have a rack attack.”

“I’ll take away your lunch break.” He threatened. I help up both hands in surrender.

“I’m gone.” I promised.

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I was delivering my third package of the day, when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It’ll have to wait. Trying to check it while I’m riding is just asking for something to happen.

I was at my destination in no time. I parked and locked my bike, before walking over to the entrance. I flashed my work badge to the front door security and they let me in. I stopped at the front desk and set the package on top of the desk.

“I’ve got a package for Mr. Henderson.” I told the secretary. She nodded.

“Can I get your signature, please?” I asked her, as I handed her the clipboard and paper that was in my bag.

“Sure thing, sweetie.” She smiled and signed for the package.

“Thank you. Have a good one.” I told her, before walking out of the building. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at my messages.

‘When are you free to socialize with an acquaintance?
-Brian’

I laughed.

‘When/What did you have in mind?
PS-Thanks for breakfast.
-Karen’

I pocketed my phone and put my bag on. I yawned and shifted, uncomfortably.If I had known that last night would be so brutal on my body, I would have reconsidered it, maybe. I fished my juice out of my pack and drained it. I tossed the empty bottle in a nearby trashcan and got back on my bike.

It’s just after one in the afternoon and normally, we don’t work past five. If I wait and take my lunch break at three, then I’m off early. That’s what I’ll do. I need a good soak. I’m hurting something fierce.

As I mounted my bike, I felt my phone go off again. I pulled out my phone and looked at it. I have two messages.

‘Tomorrow after work, food & drinks, no expectations?
-Brian’

Hm. Maybe it’s not a terrible idea?

‘You’re just lucky that I haven’t made any plans for tomorrow, yet.
-K’

I checked my other message.

‘How brutal is work?;)
-Dean’

I snorted when I read his message.

‘You don’t even want to know. You owe me so big. I am expecting dinner tonight. No excuses. At the very least an apology drink.
-K’

I didn’t have time to put my phone away, because it buzzed just as I finished typing my message.

‘I’ll pick you up around 6.
-B’

‘Fine. No funny business.
-K’

‘How about both? I’ll be waiting at my place when you’re off.
-D’

‘Awesome. I’ll see you a little after 3.
-K’

I put my phone up and rode back to work, dreading the next two hours. The last couple hours of work are going to drag, so bad.

Notes

The 'calm your tits' spiel was completely inspired off of a post from tumblr and I refer to it way more often than I should. You don't even know.

Dean next chapter and Matt (and possibly Brian) the next!

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