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Oliver Davis woke to a harsh ringing from his bedside table. He groaned and reached over for the offending item without lifting his head. After a moment of fumbling he managed to grasp it and bring it up to where he was buried under several pillows, finally lifting his head to look at the phone's screen.
Mai Taniyama. Mai Taniyama was calling him at 3:47 am.
He scowled and swiped to accept the call. “What?” he growled, not bothering to hide his annoyance.
“Naru! Naru, I can’t believe you picked up, wow! You picked up your phone”
He didn’t dignify this with a response. Mai’s voice was entirely too loud for this time in the morning, and her words seemed slightly slurred.
“Oh, um you probly wanna know why I called…”
She trailed off and Oliver glared at his pillows, hoping she would get to the point.
“I jus’ um, I need to know uh… how do you feel about me?”
“At this moment I’m considering firing you,” he said, deciding to be truthful.
“What?! Wh-why? I work so hard! I go on every case what the hell Naru!?”
Oliver winced and held the phone away from himself for a moment while she shouted at him, before bringing it back. “I see no reason to keep an employee who calls me drunk at four in the morning.”
He pictured Mai opening and closing her mouth and glaring at the phone as she was likely doing in the following silence.
“I don’t ever call you! I’ve worked for you for four years! No one else can put up with you that long, you arrogant jerk. You are so rude and such an ass and- you know what? I’m calling because you’re the one who’s terrible at talking to people and it’s been four years and I still don’t even know if you like me! Like even just a little let alone as a friend so really, what’s wrong with you? Why can’t you just talk to me like a normal person,you weirdo?”
“Well now I’m definitely considering firing you.”
“Oh fuck you, Naru.”
Mai hung up and Oliver held the phone in front of him, staring at it. Frankly, he should fire Mai for her behavior. He wouldn’t, though. He knew he wouldn’t. He’d have to come up with some excuse for why not before he saw her again on Monday.
Oliver tossed down his phone and returned to the comfort of the pillows once more. The excuse could wait. Right now, he just wanted more sleep.