Office Secrets

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"Have you finished reviewing the Greenburrow files I gave you yesterday?"

Brick Jojo raised his head from neck of the long-legged blonde in his lap, staring incredulously at the woman standing in the entrance of his cubicle. He quickly nudged the now giggling girl off of his person, straightening his tie and short red hair.

"Well?" the woman persisted, her cold glare settled on the fidgeting man before her. Her hands clenched together behind her back, posture tight and professional.

The girl (one of the front desk girls with the ever-admirable trait of having little to no shame) and her giggles quickly quieted at the tense atmosphere the woman standing before them had produced. She pulled down her risen skirt and adjusted her top nervously.

Brick let loose a slight sigh, letting an easy smile overtake his lips.

"I'm on my break-"

"Have you reviewed the files?" the woman cut in, her arms crossing tightly against her chest. Her chin lowered, her hazel gaze burning. Brick's smile faltered and faded as his gaze flickered towards the tall stack of papers that sat untouched on his desk.

"….no." he muttered, turning his gaze to the now fascinating-must-be-stared-at shoes on his feet. He could feel the fire in the woman's gaze intensifying.

The woman turned her gaze to Ms. Derran, who proceeded to whisper a hurried apology as she all but ran from Brick's cubicle. Brick nearly flinched when her gaze returned to him. Smoothing down her pleated skirt, she walked with a deceptive calm manor into his large cubicle. She didn't stop until she was far into his personal bubble, leaning down with a hand resting on the back of his swivel chair. Brick found his breathing limited as her face grew closer to his, those burning eyes focused on his dark nervous, red-ish brown ones.

"Mr. Jojo, you would do well to get your ass in gear. I don't care if you are the boss's son. If you're going to be here you're going to work. Your…business with Ms. Derran can wait."

Brick smirked. There was always something so satisfying about ruffling his foster-father's uptight personal assistant.

His posture relaxing some, he reached a hand up to brush a curl of rose petal- colored hair that had escaped the woman's tight bun behind her ear. His thumb brushed lightly against the ends of her glasses. "Is that a tone of jealousy I hear in your voice, Ms. Utonium?"

Ms. Utonium's face fell into a rather irritated Are-You-Serious? scowl. She smacked his hand away and straightened her back. "Jealousy? No offense to Ms. Derran, but she's not really my type."

"I wasn't talking-" Brick was once again cut off as Utonium swung his chair around and roughly pushed him into his desk. Through the reflection of the screen of his computer, he could see her retreating back.

What a perky back it was…

"Get to work, Jojo. Oh, and if you don't mind…" she paused, looking over her shoulder at him before continuing out.

"Stop starring at my ass."

Get to work he did…

Sort of. After a few hours of online solitary, the threat of another of his father's long-winded lectures finally got to him. God knows how many hours it took to get through the stack (it'd been as long as his damn arm). Ms. Darren had returned, hoping for more attention, but he'd waved her off without looking up. When he'd finally, finally, finished, hands cramping fiercely from so much writing, one of his co-workers showed up to let him know that Ms. Utonium no longer required the files. She'd had someone else do them.

"….WHAT?!"

Brick's fist smashed into the stall door in the men's room. As much as he'd wanted to make a scene in the office, he wasn't quite up to dealing with the massive amount of shit he'd get from his dad about it. So when Ms. Harpy-Bitch's message had reached him, he had calmly:

Stood up,

Thrown every damn file to the floor,

And stomped into the men's bathroom.

(which had thankfully been empty)

With one last hard kick to the abused door, Brick walked to the sink and threw some water on his face. Yanking loose his tie, he reached into his pants pocket and brought out his cellphone.

He'd had enough of this shit. He didn't care if it was Wednesday and his dad would most defiantly notice; he wasn't coming back for the rest of the week. The old man could throw all the fits he wanted. Brick knew he'd never fire him.

Brick absent-mindedly thumbed through his contacts. Ms. Darren may not have gotten around to giving him her number but he had plenty of other faceless girls in his phone that'd be more than happy to take his edge (and quite possibly all of his clothes) off.

He'd been just about to pick one when a familiar tune caught his attention.

Love is like a bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb

Confused, Brick went to the door and looked outside. The lights were off, everyone long gone.

Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb

Brick stepped out of the bathroom, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Slowly, he made his way down the sea of cubicals, following the sound of Def Leppard.

Love is like a bomb, bomb

One office light was still on.

I'm hot

Brick slowly pushed open the door some, peaking in curiously.

His jaw dropped.

'Ms. Utonium is shaking her hips. I repeat, Harpy-Bitch-Utonium, prude of all prudes, is shaking her hips. What the hell kind of dream is this!?'

Utonium was, indeed, shaking her hips. And shoulders. And that perky back that Brick did so admire.

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp

Demolition woman, can I be your man?

Brick watched in awe as the woman who he had more than once accused of being raised by demented nuns unbutton the first 3 buttons of her white silk blouse. She reached up and tore away her hair tie, shaking free her long sunset red waves.

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah

Brick scanned the room for a moment, immediately relieved to see that his father was not being the recipient of such a display (gag). He looked back to the still oblivious woman, who had now kicked off her heels and jumped up onto her boss's desk to perform a rather impressive air-guitar solo.

He couldn't help it. He placed to fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly.

Utonium slipped and fell off the desk with a small scream.

"What the fuck?!"

Brick, feeling a little guilty but grinning a truly shit-eating grin, walked over and pulled her to her feet . His grin grew 10x larger when he looked over and noticed the name plate on the smaller desk across from his fathers.

"Nice moves, Blossom."