hi all! I'm here to update, and in this chapter there will be more familiar names will automatically give you face in your minds, but I had to give them additional names and slightly different occupations for the sake of the setting and time of the story. Tanks and don't forget to review ^_^
Chapter #3: The new kid, new adventures, and the Shoppe?!.
The next day Jasmina has found herself in homeroom just wheeling away and moulding her stupid urn that was due at the end of the week, her back was hurting and her nails were filled with wet earth. She had been thinking of the different things they could have been doing like looming, or building a bird house, or even starting a manmade fire to burn the asshole from yesterday, speaking of which Jasmina had started aggressively moulding her urn just from thinking about the guy. Oh how she would love to shove him in an urn and bake him alive in this class! Just when she was in the middle of her vengeful fantasy, then all of a sudden a boy with a green bandana, which of course brought her back to the present, tapped her on the shoulder and out of her murderous intentions.
Jasmina: can I help you, child?
The boy just smiled at her, while Jasmina being the natural grouch she was in pottery class aka homeroom, just raised an eyebrow at him and just casually asked him for his name and politely wanted to know what the hell he wanted.
Tir: Hi! My name is Tir, Tir McDohl. I'm a transfer here from Gregminister finishing academy.
Jasmina: that's nice, but what does that have to do with me?
Tir: Well…uhmmm…Mr. Jude assigned you to be my guide for today, since you've been a transfer here last semester. I guess you could show me the ropes in this school, if that's okay?
Jasmina could visibly see the poor boy fidgeting for the life of him, and also he wasn't looking at her straight in the eye, he was actually staring down on the ground. She ultimately made up her mind to just show this kid around. The faster she gets to do this, the faster he'll be out of your hair.
Jasmina: Fine, be ready after homeroom to walk around the school. Also, unless I am extremely butt ugly, I suggest you speak to me while you look me in the eye. Capiche'?
Young Tir looked up at her with bright eyes and vigorously nodded his head at her. Jasmina taking this as an opportunity to get back to her pottery dismissed him.
Jasmina: Good, now if you'll excuse me I've got an urn to mould and a violent fantasy to relive.
With that young Tir walked away and back to his seat, but he couldn't notice but look back at Jasmina who to him looked like she was really passionate about moulding her pottery thought that he might actually ask her for her number later he could use more passionate people in his club.
~ meanwhile at Muse Treats~
Marigold Pashmin-Blackman was sorting through her product for the day, she had a box of confectionaries to sort, and a delivery of saltwater toffee to display out over the window. The day was simple for Marigold at the shoppe, but at home it's a struggle, an overly hyperactive moe' husband, a teenaged daughter trying really hard to rehabilitate back into society, a preteen son who is nothing less of a genius, but has anti-social characteristics, and last but not the least a 24/7 hyperactive toddler who likes to turn the house upside down. It seems that working at the shoppe is the only escape for Mrs. Blackman for the chaos of home, don't get her wrong she loves her family no doubt and would do anything for them, but it's hard to be a mother of three and "me time" is just so hard to have these days. As Marigold was about to close the last box of product and put it in the storage room, the door rang with the familiar chime of a customer coming in. Automatically, Marigold came up to the man clad in a black suit, and wearily eyed the orange envelope the man was holding.
Marigold: Hello! Welcome to Muse Treats, what can I get you sir?
Culgan: good afternoon ma'am, my name is Culgan Casenta. I'm here on official business, and I am looking for Ms. Marigold Pashmin.
Marigold: Well you're looking at her now, Pashmin was my maiden name, I go by Marigold Blackman now. It's nice to meet you Sir Culgan, what can I get for you?
Marigold shook his hand and ushered him to sit down in one of tables near the espresso counter, she grabbed him a cup of black coffee as he indicated he enjoyed it black. She sat across from him and initiated the conversation of the nature of his business.
Marigold: what can I do for you young man; you seem to be here for important business.
Culgan took a sip of his coffee, and with a very pleased expression noted that the quality of coffee was excellent, and noted again that he should buy the grounds or beans from her granted she doesn't kick him out after their discussion.
Culgan: ahemm Mrs. Blackman, I work for White Wolf Guard, it is a firm that deals in different types of practicable law, whether corporate, or civil, even hostile takeovers. I am here to inform you that your Landlord, Gilbert, has sold out the property to a developer. Meaning plans of construction and demolition will be commencing within a year, and you are given approximately six moths to evacuate and relocate.
Marigold, not bracing herself for the bad news spat her tea out and right into Culgan's face, surprised by her sudden shower of lukewarm mist did what she could and handed him an ass ton of napkins. Culgan on the other hand seemed speechless at the sudden barrage of peppermint-flavoured mist to his rather pristine and well kept mug, in the midst of the chaos that ensued between him and Mrs. Blackman, he finally conceived an educated thought, and was brought back into the present.
Culgan: no worries ma'am, (wipes his face) it is only natural for people in shock to do things that help them absorb the news better, think nothing of it.
As soon as Culgan clarified with Marigold that he was in no sense angered by her, which was a huge relief to her. She didn't want to be rude to the young man, more importantly she didn't want him to think what she did was out of spite. Now both are composed, and now the other cleaned up they resumed their discussion of the elephant in the room: her eviction.
Marigold: well, I would be lying if I said I was okay, but Sir Culgan, I am more than three quarters paid off in this business lease to own, also my equipment is already here and customers are here. How can Gilbert sell this place to the developer when I technically already own it, I have paid him and have signed the papers a few days ago?
Culgan: I know what you mean Mrs. Blackman, but the transaction was voided out because your, excuse me, scumbag of a landlord, failed to file a release of business and property ownership on time. In paper you are still leasing and he still owns the place, so you could say this man cashed you in and sold you to the highest bidder.
Marigold: it still doesn't make sense to me; I already signed those damn papers.
Marigold went behind the counter to look for her papers that she was given by her asshole of a landlord. While rummaging through the cabinet a stray photograph magically silently slipped and glided out and landed on the floor a couple of feet away from her, Culgan with his great attention to detail immediately noticed this and went over to pick it up. He examined the photograph, it was of Mrs. Blackman and a man assumed to be her husband, Mr. Blackman, a young baby girl with blonde hair, another dirty blonde young boy of maybe 8 or 9, and a young woman roughly about 16-17 with black hair who identified as maybe her sister. Finally emerging from somewhat deep drawer, Marigold victoriously waved the green coloured papers at Culgan and presented it to him.
Marigold: here's proof that Gilbert signed over this establishment to me, is it not proof enough Sir. Culgan?
Culgan on the other hand looked at the drawn up papers only to find what he was looking for, the fine print.
Culgan: here is what I want you to look at Mrs. Blackman, you trusted your landlord to be so truthful and keep his end of the bargain. But the snake did not let you read the fine print.
Culgan pointed out the small fine details on the bottom of the page.
Agreement will have a grace period of 20 days for it to be valid and take effect, under any circumstance that either seller or buyer withdraw from the agreement within the 20 day grace period, the agreement will be null and void, seller must reimburse all forwarded payments within 90 days, buyer must also adhere to their previous agreement as leaser and landlord.
Marigold went cold after reading the line that destroyed all her chances of saving her business, she was overcome with a huge feeling of defeat, and she put a hand to her face and sighed in defeat. Culgan seeing this took it as a cue to continue on with the transaction, he reached into the manila envelope and retrieved a rectangular piece of paper, and passed it on to Marigold's side of the table.
Marigold: what is this?
Culgan: Mrs. Blackman, the developers and the company behind them researched your store months ago and thought even if you are going to be evicted in a few months, you are recognized as a successful small business. You agreed to pay Gilbert 500,000.00 Potch for the ownership of the building space, and it took you another 200,000.00 to get even with the store and be out the break-even zone. They've researched that you've put your house and personal money into this business as collateral and in forms of investments, a bold move for a small business in a huge city, they commend you on that. But if you look at what the offer my clients have for you, it will be more than acceptable.
Marigold turned the check around and it had a whopping amount addressed to her name. 1.1 million Potch to be exact, Marigold stared at it in disbelief.
Culgan: my clients are prepared to pay you an amount of 1.1 million potch, Mrs. Blackman, and they considered that it would still take you time to relocate and put a down payment on another business address and all the papers, as you know, it takes a while to get those in order. Now, I know its all of a sudden but think of your family, you have a lovely family, a husband, and two beautiful children, and a sister. This amount and the extra amount included will be more than enough to keep you guys afloat until you can reestablish the business.
Marigold thought deeply for a few seconds, and decided to give him an answer.
Marigold: I appreciate your offer and time Sir. Culgan, but I am afraid I am going to have to refuse your offer at this time. This establishment means more to me than what any monetary offer, I'm afraid you would now have to tell your clients that I cannot accept their gracious offer.
Marigold slipped back the check to Culgan's side of the table; he lowered his eyes and nodded in understanding. He proceeded to put away the papers in his envelope.
Culgan: I understand Mrs. Blackman, but the offer still stands for another 4 months, at that time I do hope you will be able to make a decision, but be warned it won't be me coming to see you next time. I do appreciate this lovely meeting, and your precious time, but I must take my leave now. Also, that coffee you served is a house special right?
Marigold: yes it is.
Culgan: if you would not mind, I would like to purchase about two kilograms, if it's okay with you?
Marigold smiled a genuine smile; a customer in need is a customer indeed.
Marigold: Of course, Sir Culgan, it would be my pleasure.
After running the transaction through, Marigold being the polite woman she was walked Culgan to the front door, and after making sure he had everything and she had a copy of the papers, she bade him farewell, but she called out to him before he could leave.
Marigold: Sir Culgan, that older girl in the picture, was not my sister; she's my eldest daughter, just for clarifications sake.
With that she smiled and turned her heel and back into the store. Culgan on the other hand looked calm as he bade her farewell, but in the inside he was not calm…to say the least. In his mind he thought she must've been a young mother, and he had further respected her for bringing up 3 kids and raising a business, and be a wife. But that thought ended as he saw his Audi, and stepped inside and began to drive back to his place of employment, White Wolf Guard.
Meanwhile inside Muse Treats was Marigold still in turmoil because of the incident earlier, she plopped down on the guest couch in the coffee section of her establishment, laid the envelope filled with copies of the agreement, and for umpteenth time that day her shoulders were heavy again with defeat. Then she was pulled back out of her sorrow filled episode by a vibrations and an annoying ring tone of Barbie girl was resounding, she identified the culprit for this, the person calling her was her own husband, Steve.
Marigold: hello?
Steve: Hello sweetheart!~~~ how is my lovely, and hot milf today?
Marigold blushing at the name her husband called nervously replied back.
Marigold: S-S-STEVE! People might hear you! I'm fine, how about you?
Steve picking up his intuition on the fact that his wife sounded like she had hit a baby kitten with an 18 wheeler, decided to ask her what was bothering her.
Steve: Mommy-chan, if you don't want to talk about your problem now, we can discuss it when we get home for dinner, okay? I'll listen and try to help you sort it out.
Marigold: thank you papa-kun, I would like that. But how did you know I had something on my mind?
Steve: mmmmm…. I don't know, maybe because I'm married to you and we connect in sooo many ways, by connection you know what I mean XD
Marigold: tehehehe…you silly wanker, I love you. I'll see you at home tonight.
And with that she put down the phone and began to gaze out the window of her store, as she watched the leaves fall off the branches. She liked it, it reminds her that things are never on a stand still, she loved fall and all it's beauty and at least this kept her worry about the incident at bay.
~Muse Heights~
Meanwhile back to Muse Heights Jasmina was finishing her packing and was getting ready to give the tour to the newbie, damn, she thought. What a pain in the ass this day had to be, she had a free period and now she has to spend it with the fresh meat on campus, but honestly, Luc and Futch had class so what was she really going to do? Well might as well get it over with were her thoughts. Jasmina walked down the hallway and towards the office wear the boy with a green bandanna was waiting for her. As she approached him he noticed her and gave her a pearly white smile, kind of like those that you see in toothpaste commercials, she just awkwardly waved back at him, and motioned him to come follow her. He obediently did, and so began their tour of the campus. Jasmina had walked him to the different parts of the school from the gymnasium, the dojo for the karate club, the swimming pool, even the janitor's shack in the outer grounds of the school, explaining to him in detail what clubs and programs are available to join for afterschool hours. They finished their tour in front of the club listing in the main hallway:
Jasmina: Well, now that all of the grand tour is done, this is all the club listings for the year, my advice please choose one out of your own volition.
Tir: well… I am already part of a club; actually I am the captain of the Martial arts club for the year.
Tir said as he scratched the back of his head, as he flashed a pearly white smile at her, Jasmina on the other hand didn't really give a shit, but as an act of courtesy pretended to be excited for him, though not that of an asshole she did admire him for getting a high ranking post and being a new student.
Jasmina: Really? That's amazing. Good for you, well I wouldn't want to keep you from your duties any further, today is the first club meeting so ya, I'll see you in class tomorrow.
As Jasmina was walking away from him, Tir immediately called out to her.
Tir: wait Jasmina! I was hoping if I can ask for your number, you know if you're not busy tomorrow, maybe you and I could grab a soda or dinner as a thank you for today I mean.
Jasmina: well Tir, I'm not really sure about the going out part since my schedule doesn't allow me for any dilly dally, BUT I will give you my number. I just want to make something clear, watch out about giving your number out, there are a lot of girls that are bat shit for guys like you that go to this school, so good luck with that.
And with that Jasmina wrote down her number on a piece of paper and handed it to poor Tir and told him she was running late to pick up where her co-operative placement would be for the entirety of the semester, Tir on the other hand was left dumbfounded at how he just got turned down by a girl. Though he lost the battle today, there will be another time where he can repay his gratitude! What would Gremio his butler/protector/guardian think if he found out he hasn't repaid his gratitude! He decided that he will find out how to repay her at later opportunity, but for now he has to go and meet with his new club members.
Jasmina walked down to the Co-op office of the school to figure out where she'll be for the entire afternoon of the semester, she remembered last year that when she was new she was forced into school newspaper though not a difficult club to be in the editor-in-chief, Caesar Silverberg, was a little too laid back which was nice, but the deadlines were tight since everything was left till last minute. Then she learned from Principal Silverberg, who was Caesar's relative that if she didn't like being put into half baked, but brilliantly entertaining plots to get scoops and interviews for the paper, maybe she could try the Co-op program that they offered in conjunction with different companies willing to participate in this program and give students some work experience. With that she applied for the co-op, and today was the day she finds out where she'll be for 5 hours a day a week until she finishes the semester. She moseyed over to the office to see Mr. Yam Koo the Co-op head typing away at his desk.
Jasmina: Hey Mr. Yam Koo! I'm here for my placement!
Yam Koo startled by her sudden presence jumped out of seat and almost knocked the shelf beside him, while trying to avoid one disaster he clunked his head against the head on book case as he walked into it head first. Jasmina just stared at the poor confused man in the blue turtleneck, it her mind it would have been easier for him to see all these obstacles and traps if the platinum blonde teacher just cut his bangs or tied it up for Kobold's sake!
Yam Koo: oh shit! You scared me Blackman. Ehem… sorry for that earlier, I was caught off guard
Jasmina raised an eyebrow in skepticism, distraction should be the word, it should be blinded by his tresses that make him look like a yak from the highlands.
Jasmina: yaa….about the Co-op placement Mr. Yam Koo, I kinda need it now if I am to get my schedule in order, right now would be nice if you don't mind
Yam koo in his light blue turtle neck rolled his seat over to the opposing file cabinet in search of the document that his student was looking for, thrashing and throwing somewhat important documents out of the other files which his secretary in-tern might chastise or file a complaint with later to him retrieved the document they both needed.
Yam Koo: Alright kid, this is your placement but I have to brief you about your workplace and code of behaviour, not that your attitude or personality is questionable it's just this placement is a very, very high caliber placement.
Jasmina: okay, so where is it, what time do I need to be there, and what's the minimum work I have to do.
Yam Koo: ah straight to the point as usual, well little missy you'll be at White Wolf Guard, it's a law firm and with that you'll occasionally meet the asshole stuck a shoe up my bunghole types, or the holier than thou, and the occasional jealous I'm better than you secretaries and assistants, your best bet is to go with the flow, and all it says here you'll be doing some filing and personal errands. Hours start from noon to 5pm, but on busy days they might ask you to stay a bit longer, you're required to do about give or take 275 hrs to complete the placement duration to earn your credits.
Jasmina: well that's easier said than done, and how the heck did I end up at the law firm, and not the hospital? That was the only placement I applied to.
Yam Koo shrugged and just gave her a straightforward answer.
Yam Koo: well, you didn't get the hospital placement because your accounting, math, strategies and political science marks were higher than your biology marks. Plus, Head Master Matthiu and Ms. Apple recommended you for this, apparently it suits you better rather than in a hospital setting. Though the acceptance here states that you need to sign this so I can fax it over to them. Last question, I thought your name was Jasmina, why does the acceptance say J. Stella Pashmin-Blackman?
Not even looking up at him as she signed the acceptance, Jasmina answered him
Jasmina: it's my middle name sir, and I would prefer that no one uses it, but it seems Ms. Apple likes that name.
After signing and taking her copy she exited the room after nodding thank you to Yam Koo, on the way out Yam Koo called out to her.
Yam Koo: Be there by 2pm today! They want you to get familiar with the place!
Jasmina sighed, today was gonna be a long day, it was bad enough to give the newbie a tour, as he would not shut up about her joining the martial arts club this year, now this. Skipping class today was a rather tempting option, but then again she wouldn't hear the end of it from mommy-chan, so that's a fate worse than having to circumcise a full grown Gryphon. She had gathered her belongings and bade farewell to her 2 best chums and made her way to the bus stop, she had also thought why in the world did this place have to be in the heart of the financial district, all the way down town? It was further than both her folks shops. Her thoughts were put to a halt when she saw her bus approaching, as she hopped in the public mode of transport she hoped that 5pm couldn't come any sooner.
~ At White Wolf Guard~
Culgan and Seed were just in the office kitchen/lounge fixing up some lunch for themselves, and indulging in light conversation while the entire office was in a whole hustle and bustle mode, for you see today the firm head was coming in to check out the office for the first time since he's been back from his business trip. On the other hand though Culgan and Seed have worked for him since their days in Highland as fresh young lawyers, they still can't shake the fact that he even scares the living crap out of them, their boss a certain Mr. Luca Blight, was a known ruthless warrior in the game of corporate litigations and hostile takeovers, known for enjoying the turmoil he causes against his opponents, he seemed to have garnered the reputation as the Mad Prince in the realm of litigation, where the courtroom or boardroom were his battlefield's of choice and watching the opposing counsel squirm fuels his passion and uses the intimidation to crush them in the case, or they settle substantially out of court. Though they could both agree that their boss was a humongous pompous ass 95% of the time, but at least he was honest with them and to be fair he was a good boss that sometimes deviates from the book of lawyers, but that's what makes their days entertaining here at the firm. Another thing that made their day entertaining today asides from the big guy's first week back as the head, but they were getting a student intern from the local high school to come and work for them for a few months. This was good news for Seed because he now has someone to go on errands for him, instead of Mr. Blight or Culgan bitch at him to do whatever menial tasks they had in mind, which were totally beneath his qualifications, thus equated for more down time for him!
Seed: So!... ya heard of the fresh meat coming to work us?
Culgan sipped his freshly brewed coffee which he bough at Mrs. Blackman's shoppe, to him it was the second most rewarding part of being in the office, the primary being able to go home and see his wife Heather Jeane Carpenter, the local bridal and wedding planner of the city, who coincidentally happened to be Seed's cousin. Getting back to the point he just nodded and continued to sip away in to a world full of the most decadent coffee beans to ever have been harvested against Seed's animated banter about the new intern.
Seed: I am soooo happy that I have someone to do all those frickin' stupid errands. No more " seed make me a copy of these files you maggot" or " Hey firecrotch, how's about a cup of coffee?" or " Seed, be an obedient little boy and fetch me a fancy Idon'tgiveafuck sandwhich from one of the Muse swine's deli shops!" nope! I will not be anyone's bitch!
Culgan just tried to ignore his partner, but the fact that Seed's eyes have dilated due to the excitement brought upon by the release of adrenalin in his body, also even if he tried to, like really, really tried it would be hard to ignore him especially if he's on top of the kitchen countertop screaming passionately like a guy from the looney bin whose off their meds! He still wonders how Seed ever gets his clients to take him seriously, because it's even hard for him to do so. Seed did have a point, Mr. Blight did have a habit of making Seed his errand boy instead of the divorce and estate lawyer he was hired on as, but to his defense Seed gets stuff done better than most secretaries, and he brings back the best sandwhiches from random places.
Culgan: well…. In any case, when is the new intern coming in? It's nearly 2pm, and the office closes in 3 hours.
Seed: well she should be here shortly, and I'm gonna send her out on some errands! I've got a whole pile of paperwork to sort, some files to copy, and a few store errands for her to get.
Just then right on cue they looked at the main receptionist's desk, they saw a young girl with a high school uniform talking to the lady at the desk, without further delay Seed made his way over to where she was standing and immediately introduced himself by sticking his hand out to her.
Seed: Hey there little lady! You must be the new intern Stella Blackman; glad to have you on board, my name is Seed Carpenter attorney at law.
Jasmina just stared at this weird man, not really trusting his enthusiasm, in her mind she identified this guy could potentially be one of the people she should stay away from. She eyed the hand that was offered to her, she was hesitant about this guy, she didn't even know where he just came from, or where his hand had been, and so she did the best thing that came to her mind. She took out of her satchel a spray of hand sanitizer and sprayed Seed's hand, he didn't even understand what was going at that point and just stared at his hand and then right at her.
Seed: Uhhhhhhh….ummmm…what was that for.
Jasmina: well sir, I don't know where you came from or what you've touched so I am taking the necessary precautions in order not to get sick on my first day in this environment.
Seed: then what does spraying my hand for?
Jasmina: you pass germs through handshaking, better safe than sorry.
She firmly grasped his hand in her munch smaller one.
Jasmina: It's nice to meet you Mr. Carpenter, I go by Jasmina, but I would appreciate it if you just called me Blackman, sir.
Seed was rather appalled by this lass' attitude, usually the females, and some male interns automatically were just over all over him, but this one in particular didn't even seemed to be stricken by him, instead it even felt like she was somewhat grossed out by him, she freakin' sanitized him! He was appalled, for he Seed Carpenter, did not have germs! Fuck that, people would pay him to give them his germs, forcibly trying to recover from the earlier incident of the hand sanitizing, Seed begrudgingly gave a very forced smile, similar to a psychotic Cheshire cat smile in Alice in wonderland, and with mock enthusiasm he offered to take her on a tour of her new workplace for the next few months.
Seed: well then, uhmmm Blackman, I'll show you around the office then!
Jasmina just bowed to him courteously and followed him, though very reserved as she was she didn't really have the need to socialize too much with this man since it is a workplace and all, and Mr. Yam Koo said to lie low, heck she didn't even know what law was asides form the courses she took back at the school, she didn't even want to be here at all, and she was so excited to work at the hospital, but somehow she landed here, and now she was stuck with a very loud red head, though her father had told her red heads were fire crackers that had very colourful personalities, and this guy seemed to her was one of those "office flirts" her mother has pointed out on TV.
They toured the office for about half an hour, she seen there were 6 small offices for the other associates at work and a desk outside for their assistants, there was the huge boardroom for client and associate meetings, the office supply room, the copy room, the kitchen and break area, and last but lastly they walked to a lone corridor and stopped in front of 2 mahogany lacquered oak double doors with the initials L.B.
Jasmina: so, I guess this is the boss's office?
Seed: you got that right little missy, the big guy is in there reviewing some heavy case and he doesn't like to be disturbed.
Jasmina: is that why he's secluded himself like a hermit? That's not really good team morale for the firm if the boss isn't even around to work with them.
This girl really was surprising to him, and quite possibly the weirdest intern he's ever had usually the others were full of questions mostly regarding how awesome he was, or his personal life and stuff, or curious about how mysterious the boss was, but no not this one. This one just keeps to herself, not even giving any sort of enthusiasm that she was being shown around the best law firm in the entire city.
Seed: so you're not the least bit curious who the boss is? Or even how he looks like?
Jasmina just shook her head in affirmation
Jasmina: no, he has other things to occupy his time rather than to get to know his workers, so I'll stick to my job and respect his privacy and seclusion. ANY WAY, are there any assignments for me today Mr. Carpenter? I would like to get to them since it's my first day and I would like to get comfortable with the office, if that is acceptable.
Scratch that this girl was the weirdest of all interns, she actually wanted to work on her first day, and usually he'd let interns go after the tour so they can start tomorrow. Though he was impressed that she wants to get things done, but still she really needs to loosen up to him because he, Seed Carpenter, was actually getting really uncomfortable.
Seed: well … ok we'll head to your office space and I'll go find some things for you to do.
She politely bowed and headed back to their shared office enclosure, though she was slightly appalled at how much clutter her desk had it had random papers, and cups every where, and was that a molding sandwich? Thought not openly displaying her disgust, she mentally noted to have this desk cleared and organized by the end of the day. Seed came in with 2 stacks of paperwork that clearly need to be sorted, and whatever. He gently placed them on her desk and instructed her what to do with them
Seed: well, these stacks need to be sorted out however you want it, but be prepared to redo it tomorrow, usually the boss complains about the sorting so it won't be your fault if tells us to redo it, ok sweetie? You've got about 2 hours to do that, and after that you're free to go.
With that Seed winked at her, and walked away. Jasmina looked at the pile in front of her, cracked her knuckles and stood up from her seat to reach into the drawer across from her to take out some sticky notes and some folders and clips, She's handled worse sorting that this, so it won't take her that long.
Seed on the other hand thought that the amount of paperwork he had given her was a bit too much and unfair but he didn't expect her to finish it, and he's got to stay behind to do it on overtime anyway. Though the girl didn't really seem interested in anything or cared about his well being, maybe she's one of the closet fan types, maybe that's why she wasn't all over him, but he couldn't deny his ego did take a blow from this.
As time ticked away Jasmina got her papers sorted in some sort of fashion, though she didn't really know a lot about law but Head Master Mathiu taught her one important lesson while she was trying to sort out their group project's paperwork last semester; it is that never file alphabetically, it just screws up the case. Always file under the name of the client, and chronologically, it saves time and is more efficient. Also, according to her parents, when filing financial reports one should always segregate client invoicing from business related bills, and personal bills, and write offs, and always arrange them chronologically. So though her stacks were high in quantity she had gotten them done within the hour, she had also photocopied the documents that had little notes that said please copy, and put them away in different folders. Now she had about 10 neat folders stacked beside each other, and she was now wiping her sweaty forehead as she finished up clearing and organizing her new desk for the next few months, though she did make a note that she needed to bring a few things to make her desk more homey for her.
Finishing her things to do she made her way to the break room and fixed herself a cup of tea for herself and her mentor, she also took out from her bag a homemade pastry and proceeded to go find he mentor in his office. Noticing him fast asleep on his desk and deciding it was none of her business to know why he was sleeping on the job, she decided to leave the nice hot cup of Oolong tea and the pastry on the desk on top of a Kleenex, she left a note for him and with that she left for the day. As she walked out the door Seed was jolted wide-awake by his cell phone ringing, it was Mr. Blight.
Luca: SEED! Where are those reports I told you have done? Whenever you get your lazy ass up bring them to me ASAP.
With that he just hung up the phone, didn't even wait for Seed to say anything, and with that Seed dragged his hand across his face thinking that he needed to finish organizing those papers, bring it to the beast, get yelled at and do it all over again. Though his attention was directed at the slightly steaming cup of tea and what seemed like a giant mochi in front of him. His stomach growled at the sight of it, he looked at his wristwatch; 5:12pm, he skipped lunch again, and so he took a bite of the light green powdered pastry, and it was delicious! He wiped his mouth with the napkin left there and noticed that the intern had left a note for him:
Mr. Carpenter,
Thanks for today, you were asleep so I already left and the files are done and ready to go. If there are any complications I'll redo them tomorrow. I left you a gluten free, and vegan friendly mochi that dad usually makes for special occasions. I'll see you tomorrow.
- Blackman
He had her wrong; she actually was considerate and just professional. Seed smiled, he knew he was gonna have a good intern that he didn't have to sit down with the talk of sexual harassment this time around, in the mean time he had to deliver the files to the said beast, he walked into her office space to his surprise her desk was clean as a professional maid cleaned it, and the files, he couldn't see a page in sight, nor folder, nor anything. Only a note:
Delivered the files to the boss - Blackman
Shit….he thought, this girl is gonna get fired and she's only an intern. Usually when he gets the interns to arrange the paperwork he usually covers for them if Luca rages at how they're arranged, but this time around he thought he wouldn't be able to cover for her, but he'll do his best to vouch for her so she won't get fired. He walked to the boss's office and took in a deep breath and went in. There he was in his glorious assholery, Luca Blight, the mad prince of the courtroom, his back chair was turned to him as he was facing the huge windows of his office, he braced himself for the biggest lecture of the day only to hear none.
Luca: Seed… your intern left the files outside. I almost fell over them.
Seed began to sweat profusely, was it getting hot in hear or was that fear? Could be both.
Luca: also about the files….tell your intern good job. You don't have to stay overtime today.
Said thought he was hearing things, he just had to clarify with him if he heard wrong, was he hearing things today also?
Seed: I beg your pardon sir, but don't you usually ask me (more like yell at me) to redo the files because the interns never get them right?
Luca looked up from the file he was reading and raised a questioning brow at Seed.
Luca: are you deaf, or has the stupidity of the rest of the world affected you also? I said you could have the night off! I do not like repeating myself , unless you want to help with the janitorial duties for the evening I want you out of my office now.
Seed still had trouble with the incident, he was expecting whole-heartedly to be yelled at and be ordering take out at Hai Yo's Oriental for dinner, so he bowed to his employer with thanks and he turned to leave for the day, not before he was briefly stopped by his boss once more to his dismay.
Luca: Firecrotch! From now on I want your intern to organize my files, they befit my liking in organization. Now you can go!
With that Seed left his office, and ventured back into his office to retrieve his things for the day, as he was headed to the elevator he saw Culgan already waiting at the door.
Culgan: Picking up your dinner?
Seed: actually no, the asshole actually gave me the night off and I am still in shock.
Culgan was surprised himself, usually Seed had to stay to redo the work his interns made for a few hours, and by all means this was more than good news.
Culgan: did the intern screw it up so bad that it'd take you tomorrow to finish it?
Seed: no, he actually complimented the kid's work, but his only complaint was that she left the cart outside his office and he almost toppled over the damn cart, and honestly I blame that man's height, he's freakin' tall!
Culgan: Sounds like this is something worth celebrating, hey let's say you come over for dinner at my place? Jeane would love to see her favorite cousin, and you are due for a visit she'd be delighted.
Seed: Sounds good to me, pal!
With that Seed joined his cousin-in law for a family dinner, and he made a mental note to himself to thank his new intern, and perhaps his boss might hire her on, he does need a new secretary since he mercilessly fired the last one who didn't make his coffee right.
that's the update folks! I'll be back with more soon! Ja ne!
p.s don't forget to review!