Endeavor
It has been a… trying few months. Shoto making friends with that disrespectful brat, when he's really just another steppingstone to completing my goals. And while I'll admit Shoto has grown immensely since the beginning of their interactions, I worry the brat will become a distraction.
Things have been going wrong at work as well. At least once a week someone is messing with the office. The most aggravating thing about it, is that we have no idea whose doing it. There's nothing on the security cams, no evidence of someone breaking in, even when I finally hired a night guard it still happened. Absolutely nothing.
It started off small, things going missing, mostly office supplies, but there was one time every chair in the building went missing. Or the particularly irritating time all the coffee was replace with cola.
But it was this month where things really started to escalate. The first week, they painted the entire building in rainbow colors. Even the outside and the furniture. Not that anyone actually saw them do it. The main office space was painted an eye searing green, and my personal office was pink. Pink!
The second week, my office was packed floor to ceiling with balloons that exploded with glitter when you popped them. I will never be able to get rid of it. And it clings to fucking everything. How are people supposed to take me seriously, when my hair fucking sparkles?
So, when I walk into the building today and everyone suddenly goes suspiciously quiet, I know something is up.
"Where is it?" I growl, no one wants to answer, but finally someone speaks up.
"Your office sir." He answers, voice shaking.
I stomp my way to the door, and fling it open so hard it leaves a dent in the wall.
All the furniture in the room has been replaced. My desk has become one of the plastic kids' tables with the large legs that make it hard to tip over with the matching chairs. Where there are stuffed animals having a tea party, complete with deserts. The bookcase is filled with picture books, the walls have been decorated with fairies and flowers. There's a large doll house taking up an entire wall.
My office is a three-year-old girls' bedroom.
Dangling mockingly from the ceiling in the center of the room is a note. In a stupor I grab it. This is the first time they've contacted us. Maybe with this, well be able to catch them.
I flip the note open. It is written in a gorgeous calligraphy, the message however, causes me to lose my temper and accidently send the note up in smoke.
I thought I'd make the room more age appropriate.
Hope you like it! \ (••) /
This, of course, is when the sprinklers and fire alarm go off.
I grind my teeth in a futile attempt to suppress my anger and storm out of the room dripping wet. I pay no attention to the people around me, who wisely get out of the way.
When I catch the person responsible, I will make sure they will regret fucking with me.