Chapter 6
"KIMBERLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Brian's loud bellow could be heard several feet away. "I can't find my damn phone!"
Kim giggled, plopping down beside Lana, holding up the lost phone.
"Why don't you just tell him you found it?" Lana asked.
"Because it wasn't lost in the first place. I hid it on me just to watch him trip out."
"Kim, that is terribly cruel."
"What, and it's okay for him to do this kind of shit to me? Serves him right for both sitting on Paul's last iPod and hiding my laptop, the little boy bitch."
"Wait, you mean Paul's in on this too?"
Kim laughed harder and nodded. "Whose idea do you think this was to begin with?"
"Good grief; talk about me being left in the dark," Lana said.
"Oh, we pull shit on Chef Boy Are You Short all the time. It's kind of fun to listen to him scream like a little girl when he can't find something or he ends up the butt of a prank."
Lana shook her head. "You too seriously need a better hobby."
"SO HELP ME GOD, KIM, THIS BETTER NOT BE ANOTHER ONE OF YOURS OR PL'S FUCKING PRANKS!" Brian yelled louder out in the hallway.
Kim laughed harder, nearly hysterical.
"Well, Denise was right about one thing; there's never a dull day on this job," Lana said.
"Oh, come on, Lana, you never thought about getting in a joke on Paul?" Kim asked.
"No, not really. It would be my rotten luck I'd end up getting fired, which I wouldn't be surprised you may end up getting if you pull these practical jokes all the time."
"Not a chance in hell that will happen. One, slaves have to be sold, and two, Spaz Blond knows he can't keep himself organized without me. Three, he'd have to kill your boss in addition to canning me, so we both would be out of a job."
Paul walked in, seeing both Kim and Lana there, and started laughing.
"You got it?" he asked Kim.
Still giggling, she held up the phone again, giving him a high five with her free hand.
"You two are so mean," Lana said, shaking her head again.
"Hey, it's payback time," Paul said. "That iPod was barely a month old when he sat his fat ass on it. And don't get me started on how he kept hiding Kim's laptop so she couldn't get stuff done."
"Couldn't you just ask him to get you another instead of torturing the poor guy?"
"There you two assholes are!" Brian called, storming in the room staring down Kim and Paul. "Okay, which one of you bitches hid my phone?"
"Your devoted secretary," Lana said, ratting out Kim.
"Lana!" Kim whined.
"Nice to know at least one sensible person is in this room." He held out his hand to Kim. "Give it up."
She handed him the elusive phone. "Spoilsport," she told Lana.
"Sorry to spoil your fun," Lana replied.
"Not a problem, Lana," Brian said. "I'll get both of these dorks when they least expect it."
"Bring it on, Midget," Paul said. "I'm ready for you."
"Me too," Kim smiled evilly.
"If you both will excuse me from all this amusement, I have some work that needs done," Lana said, getting up and leaving. "Meanwhile, you may proceed to kill each other."