Day Fourteen
"Ianto, where's that sun lamp? I need it for the greenhouse."
I don't look up from my work, "On order."
"When's it coming?" His voice is petulant but I'm not dealing with that today.
"When the supplier delivers it."
"And when will that be?"
"I don't know Owen." Not like I don't have enough to do. I'm just trying to fill in for all the stuff Jack did behind the scenes, do my own job and take up the slack on Gwen's so she can play leader. No wonder Jack never slept.
"Well find out then," Owen says with a verbal foot stomp.
"No." I'm still not looking at him but I can feel his shocked stare, so used to my acquiescence.
It takes him a moment to respond, and when he does his voice is lush with anger, "You're getting a bit fuckin' uppity, bit big for your bloody boots. Do your sodding job." He's moments away from his sleeping with the boss rant, but I'm not biting. He'd enjoy it too much.
"I am doing my job, which surprisingly enough doesn't involve tracking down garden supplies for you. If you want to find out where your sun lamp is, ring the supplier yourself." My voice is even, tone calm and I still don't look up.
"Too good for garden supplies now are you?"
"Too busy." I continue typing, although it's hard to concentrate with a laser beam glare aimed at my back.
So here's me, calm and contained when Owen says the one thing that makes me turn and stare, "So, what's their sodding number then?"