Once I walked into Ted's office, I immediately noticed he had put up all of his motivational posters again. Eck, I though sourly.
Ted walked to his desk and sat on the chair behind it slowly. "You can sit down too," he said to me as he picked a blue pen up it front of him and started to click it excessively.
I nodded and sat in the chair in front of his desk. Ted sighed, and stopped clicking his pen. "Why do you want to leave, Sam?" he asked me casually.
I cocked my eyebrows, confused by his question. "What?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes, sighed, then grabbed a couple stapled sheets of paper on his right and put them in front of me. "You gave me your two week resignation last night," he told me. "I didn't see you personally, but it has your name on it and is in your hand writing," he said and nudged his hand to the papers in front of me.
I looked down at them and read it. It was obviously my chicken scratch handwriting when I was attempting to write more neatly. It even had my signature on the bottom.
"It must have took you a lot of time and effort for you to write out three pages by hand for me," Ted commented then put the papers back to where they were before. "Something I'm pretty impressed with," he added.
Seth, I thought angrily. So, this is what he was doing yesterday when I was at work.
"Quite a big decision to quit Sam," Ted said, breaking my trail of thoughts. "You know since the Bargain Bench closed down because of the rats they found, we have been getting a lot more business. So, if your other job goes down the toilet, we'll still be hiring," he said in an as-a-matter-of-factly way.
Seth must have put the rats in the Bargain Bench as well, I thought. I remembered him telling me that he was responsible for closing it for good, but not explaining why.
"Yeah, I'll remember," I said to him slowly and then stood up from the chair.
"Oh, and good luck," Ted said to me as I walked out of his office.
I grunted in response as I closed the door behind me and started to walk over to the Garden Center. Wanting to tell Sock and Ben about what happened. When I walked by the restrooms, I heard, "Hey, look what I found on clearance at Wal-Mart."
I turned around and saw Seth standing in the entrance of the Men's room. The door and the wall were blocking out my view, and probably the cameras view, of his rifle. Then I saw that there was a rectangular box in his hands with the word "Risk" on it.
"Sweet, huh?" he said to me and looked at the board game with a pleased grin on his face.
"What are you doing here and what is that?" I asked him and pointed to the game he had in his hands.
"Only the best board game ever. Risk," he said delightedly as he continued to look at it. "Do you have any idea how long I have been looking for one? Now I can force you to play it with me."
I glowered at him, but he didn't seem to notice, he was too absorbed looking at the picture in the front of the game's box. "So, apparently someone turned in a two weeks notice for me," I said to him impatiently.
Seth looked back up at me once I spoke. "Yeah, that was me," he said bluntly then set his eyes back onto his board game.
"Why would you-" I started, but my frustration overwhelmed me and I pushed past him into the Men's room. He sighed and moved further inside so that the door could close.
"Why would you do that?" I asked him.
Seth looked around the restroom, acting as if the answer to my question was as obvious as daylight. "You can't take control of the city, let alone the world, working at this dump," he said flatly then sat Risk on the sink beside him.
I pressed my lips together in frustration. "Then where will I work until that happens? I hope you know that powerful positions aren't open to people with a high school average of a C-," I said to him, with unrealistic hopes that this statement would make him realize he had the wrong person.
He just shrugged his shoulders. "It's easy Sam, trust me," Seth told me then patted me on the shoulder. He then picked up his new board game and walked out of the Men's room.
I stood their for a moment, then jogged out of the restroom and glanced around. He was already gone. Damn it, I cursed at myself. I can't believe I forgot to tell him about my dream and what happened to me.
I sighed and bit my lip as I started to walk back to the Garden Center again. Maybe it's better if he doesn't know, I thought to myself. He already thinks I'm worth stalking. If he knows someone that's not human is out to kill me, it might only end up encouraging him.
I kept on this way of thinking as I continued to walk until I reminded myself that he probably already knows.
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"I don't think she'll do it, Sock," Ben said to him as he scrabbled in his pockets for the keys to the house.
Sock snorted. "She so will. Right Sam?" he said.
"Huh?" I answered, not paying attention to what they were talking about.
Sock rolled his eyes as I heard the front door open and all three of us walked back into the house.
"Just don't do it," Ben said to Sock.
"Why not?" he whined. "I don't see any reason not to-" Sock continued but stopped speaking and instead started staring off into the living room.
I turned my head over to my right, to see what he was looking at, and saw Seth sitting in the middle of the living room floor, setting up his board game. He looked up at us, after a few moments. "Hi guys," he said to us then looked back down at the game for a brief second, before looking back up at Sock, Ben and me. "Who wants to play Risk with Sam and me?"
"I'm not going play with you, Seth. I'm too tired," I said to him wearily.
He frowned and looked me straight in the eye. "Well, you're going to have to suck it up and drink some coffee, because I want to play Risk," he said to me in a tone so captivating, it made me feel like I had no choice but to obey him.
"O-okay," I stammered and started to walk over to him, but someone grabbed my shoulder, making me stop. I turn my head around to see who it was, Sock.
"No, I think Samuel needs a nap. He's had a long night," he said to Seth.
Seth in return looked between Sock and me for a moment the shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever, but in an hour I'm waking you up so you can play with me," he said to me then looked at Sock. "Have anything good on the DVR?" he asked him.
"The movie Bride of Chucky and a few episodes of One Life to Live," Sock replied.
Seth snorted. "I can't take anymore day time television. So, Bride of Chucky it is," he said, stood up then looked at me. "Well, go take your nap. I want to play Risk with you soon."
