Secrets and Things (MxM)

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- This is a pretty long chapter (word wise) but it's pretty slow I guess since it's just describing shit

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POV: Nerovsky

"Yes Aiden I know what to say and what not to say. Stop mothering me down. I'm older than you."

"BY ONLY A FEW MONTHS YOU NUMBSKULL." I wince from the unexpected volume and put the device away from my ear. Aiden goes back to normal again and I barely catch what he says before I put the phone back to my ear. "God I hate your name. I can't even create a punny insult. Anyway, clearly you need to be mothered down considering the shit you pulled yesterday."

"For the fiftieth time it was not my-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah it wasn't your fault. Except it was partially your fault and any fault is bad so now you deserve to be lectured by me like a mother for at least a week."

A groan of frustration escaped from me. Leave me alone Aiden. I swear to god one day if I don't give you shit for fucking up... Maybe shaving off that light blue hair of yours might be a good punishment. Your verbal lecture is just as equivalent to that. "Yes ok fine whatever. I'm here now. I'm gonna go now. Stop neglecting work and actually work. How are you not fired yet for just casually calling me without a break?"

"Don't tell me how to do my job. It's because I know how to do my job and am the best at it that I have the freedom to do whatever the fuck I want..." I hear more muffled voices on the other end and Aiden momentarily gave his attention to them. He quickly came back to say, "looks like my godly skills are needed now. Bye."

He ended the call without a reply back and I stared at my lock screen once again. Of course he would get the last word. This is cues for another sigh of irritation. So I did that and then stared at the MegCorp revolving door, which is spun in front of me. Last time I stood here and appreciated the spinning, I was here for my first day. Now I'm doing this on my last. Don't you love how everything just comes in full circle. With that as the closing comment, I entered and immediately headed for the front desk. The place was a bit empty since it's 6:25pm and most of the workers were clocked out by now. However, majority of the remaining workers seemed to have recognised me as 'the one who didn't chase after Chase' (yes I already got dubbed a name) and began blatantly stared at me so it felt like the entire company staff was on this floor. The stares varied from gawking to gaping to studying and all of which were accompanied with whisper and gossip.

My question is... the video got taken down from online in like 4 hours. How the fuck has so many people seen it? Can't people get a life or something? Old people were right. Curse the digital age.

I did the best to ignore all the rudeness around me, I approached the receptionists in confident strides. Well I tried to but honestly, it was probably just timid, stiff leg movements because come on, I had self-diagnosed social anxiety. I could not deal with all the attention on me. Once I reached the desk, the first thing I noticed was that it's not the same receptionist from yesterday. Well, I wouldn't be surprised if bitchface gave her PTSD of some sort after their reaction. Poor looked like the chick from The Ring was standing in front of her.

A flat, alto voice brought me back to reality. "Hello. Welcome to MegCorp. How may I help you?" Girl did you go through war or something? Why do YOU sound as dead as a door nail? You weren't even there yesterday. Well at least she isn't gaping at me.

"I- well- um-" Clearly her flat enthusiasm had caught me off-guard and caused internal panic within me because now I felt like I'd done something wrong. Her face didn't change though and she continued to dully look at me so I took one large inhale and start again. "I-I'm here to pick up my um blazer and satchel from um yesterday. I also um have an-an appointment fo-for a meeting with the CEO, Mr. Covell. At 6:35pm?"