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"You can't be serious"
Your voice breaks the silence, it's harsher than it probably should be with your boss.
"You know i can't just leave work"
You're getting angrier by the minute. Who does he think he is? He can't just make me leave for a work trip last minute, He knows i haven't finished my recent case- and i'm booked up for the next few weeks! You clench your fist around the side of your shirt
"I've organised for others to take your cases"
A smug smile rests on his face, you want to slap it off. See how he likes when you do things without his permission.
"You did that without even asking me?!"
You're basically outraged by now- He buys you a ticket without even asking if you want to come, Cancels all your plans and doesn't even consider that you just can't up and leave.
"I have 3 cats, who will take care of them?"
You spit back, your hands starting to hurt from how tight you clench your hands.
His eyes feel like he's staring right through you like he knew this is how you'd react. Despite your anger, you can admit he looks good. His sky-blue hair and that horrendous mask that you just want to rip it right off his face, to get a chance to look at his blood-red eyes again. Honestly, it pisses you off how attractive he is, how dare he be this much of a dick and still this good-looking?
He smirks and leans back in his chair. His hand reaches up and strips off his mask. You swallow and your voice falters as his eyes locked onto yours. On second thought he should keep the mask on.
"I'll take care of it"
His voice is like the ocean and you're a boat, The calm is a beautiful site, one that you can hardly take your eyes off. But during a storm? you're afraid you'll get swept away, forever lost to the ocean and its vast profoundness... Your grip eases, falling out beside you.
"I can't just leave-"
"Sure you could"
His voice is still as arrogant as ever, a sly smirk on his face. You stare blankly at him while running a hand through your hair. It's a classic move you do when he really annoys you. he notices every small little movement on your body. He takes note of the small twitch of your eye, the fact that you shift your shoulders to the left when you get scared, that your blink twice in a row every time he praises you and when he slightly annoys you, you start to breathe out your nose. He notices it all, just because it's you.
He doesn't need someone to come along with him to this work trip, he's gone on many before by himself. He just wants you to be there with him, you make him smile, you make him a little less cruel. He wants you to be there with him, so he can show you that he loves you- that he cares about you and not just because he finds you attractive.
"i can't just leave"
You re-affirm, more confident then before
"I can't just leave work to go with you"
"You'd still be working"
He argues back
"What do you think I do on these trips?"
He raises his eyebrow and you realise he's got you. You did just assume that you would mostly be lazing around, going to a beach and eating fancy food- not that any of that seems bad. It's just you can't afford missing 3 weeks of work, you need the money. You start to fiddle with your hands, a bit embarrassed he called you out.
"we'll be going to meetings and events the whole time, not just parting like this is a holiday."
He chuckles and shakes his head. he leans forward and grabs the top document from a pile on his desk. He slides it over towards you, his eyes piercing into yours. He seems to read your thoughts.
"You get paid what money you would've lost."
You hesitate but reach out and grab the file, your eyes flick through the contents.
"read through it and get back to me tomorrow"
Your eyes shift back to his as he places back on his mask. You let out a breath that sounds suspiciously like a sigh.
"..Will do Sir"
Reluctance is evident in your voice but you are really leaning towards going.
"call me Zandik for the duration of the trip"
You must have looked like you'd just been told Queen Elizabeth came back from the dead for his next words.
"What? we'll be spending hours and hours every day for 3 weeks. Do you think I'd want to be called 'sir' the whole time?"
You snapped your jaw back up and narrowed your eyes at him.
"Sure, Zandik"
You were half sure his eyes lit up, although you couldn't see it behind the mask. His smile was bright enough to rival the sun, it was cute. Your heart rate increases and you can feel the heat rise up to your cheeks. How embarrassing...
You turn around and quickly slip out of his office, your heart beats fast enough that if someone said it was a heart attack you would believe them.
He, on the other hand, was filled with copious amounts of joy. If he was a teenage girl he would be jumping around and spinning on the spot but instead, he opts to open up a travel guild. He wants to find 5-star restaurants he can take you to, ones that are sure to make you like him the way he likes you. Or at least he hopes so...