Descent by K A Sands

Author:K A Sands [Sands, K A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-20T23:00:00+00:00

Liam

“A training course?”

“Yes.”

“On Monday? Next Monday?”

Ted had to be having a laugh. The ‘training course’ was a joke. He knew it, I knew it. The discussion regarding the title PA, also a joke. I didn’t care about it, I could do my job. Executive Assistant had rumbled from Ted’s mouth ten minutes ago, with a promise of a pay rise. The catch - the course was in Edinburgh. On Monday. The pay rise was bollocks, too. I didn’t need one, being happy with the wage Cranstead and Sons paid, and I lamented as much, my protests falling on deaf ears. Ted was insistent, overly so, and having none of it.

And I took it as a slight, that somewhere, somehow, I hadn’t been giving one hundred percent. That he saw a flaw in my work ethic I’d missed. Had I been clouded by the attraction and carrying on I’d been doing with my boss? Was my work suffering because I was screwing around with the man who’d employed me?

“Who will be here while I’m away?”

Ted scratched at the scruff he was growing out seeing as it was longer this week than it had been last. The thought of that wiry hair scratching the insides of my thighs… mmm, tantalising.

There it was! My boss did distract me. No wonder they wanted me to re-train, or sharpen my skills, I had been sloppy, and it was showing.

“The pay is fine, Ted,” I said again, exasperated at losing the fight. I didn’t mind training, but I’d done this course twice before at two previous firms and could recite the bloody modules in my sleep. If I didn’t know better, I’d say something else was going on I wasn’t privy too. My blood ran cold, was this the inevitable brush off?

“No one will be here in your place. I’ll liaise with you on the phone and through email. Your job is not under threat, Liam.”

Oh well, that was peachy then. Nothing to worry about. “All right. Monday then.”

I got up from the chair in Ted’s office, banging the door too hard on the way out. I wasn’t a spoilt brat by any means, but I felt just that bit immature enough in the moment to act like a child.

Stepping into the office that morning, I had not been my usual full of beans guy. After spending the weekend with my Ma, stripping out the spare room of my flat, I was knackered and sore. The last thing I’d expected was to be shipped off on a needless bloody course. What a waste of time and money. Not something I was at all happy about it, and I’d made that fact abundantly clear.

Slumped in my office chair, I scrolled through the calendar for the following week, hoping Ted had nothing major going on, not wanting the nightmare of communicating with him via email and phone. I looked at the days confused. His week was near empty and I didn’t remember it being so the last time I looked.

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