Chapter 10- Do Not Move An Inch
Logan +++++++
"Sir… sir!! Wha… wha… wha… do you mean, sir?" Jake stammered like his tongue had suddenly grown too big for his mouth.
I had to physically bite the inside of my cheek so I wouldn't snap back with something even meaner.
The question was so stupid that it made my eye twitch.
"Are… are… are… youuu… yo… you…"I mocked, dragging out each word the same way he stammered.
"Are you fucking deaf or do I need to walk right up to your big, mighty ears and shout into it so you can hear me properly?"
He flinched immediately.
"Tell me," I continued, stepping closer, lowering my voice dangerously. "Do you want that? Because I can do it for you.
All you have to do; is to say the word, darling."
"No—no, sir! I—I heard you, sir! I just—"
"Oh, you heard me?" I cut in sharply. "Then why the hell are you asking me what I mean?"
"Don't tell me your hair isn't the only thing abandoning you — now your hearing's leaving too? Getting worse, huh? You should get a hearing aid, you bald-headed bastard!" I fired at him trying to mask the disgust that was so impossible for me to hide.
Jake's face went beet red.
He started bowing so low I thought his forehead might kiss the table.
"I-I'm so sorry, sir… I'm really, truly sorry… I didn't mean to question you, sir… It won't happen again, I swear… Please forgive me, sir… I was just surprised, that's all… Sorry, sorry, so sorry…"
He kept going, the words tumbling over each other faster and faster, like if he apologized enough times the universe would rewind and erase his mistake.
"I'm sorry for stammering too, sir… I get nervous when you're upset… Sorry again… I'll do better, I promise… Forgive me, please…"
Every "sorry" made me want to roll my eyes harder.
"Jake."
He froze.
I leaned in slightly, my eyes locking onto his.
"You know what your problem is?"
He shook his head quickly, almost like a child being scolded.
"No, sir."
"Your problem," I said slowly, "is that you apologize a million times… and then go right ahead and do the exact same stupid thing again."
"I—"
"I wasn't done," I snapped.
He shut up immediately.
"Do you remember how many times I've told you not to question my decisions?"
"…Yes, sir."
"Say the number."
"…I—I don't know, sir."
"Exactly," I said, straightening up. "Too many times for you to still be this useless."
His head dropped even lower.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll do better, sir. I promise, sir. I won't—"
I let out a sharp breath, already tired.
"You're lucky," I added, my voice colder now. "You are very lucky that I forget things easily when I'm deciding who to fire. Because if I didn't…"
"You'd have been the first one out the door, you deaf bastard."
...….
I turned back to leave and then my thought went back to the psycho applicant .
Would he even accept the job after being a dick to me in front of everyone?
Because, I really do have some very bad things planned for him.
Daily misery sounded perfect.
But if Jake kept running his mouth and asking dumb questions, the guy might smell the trap from a mile away.
Jake was still apologizing in the background.
I didn't bother replying anymore.
I just walked out of the room without saying another word.
....
Outside the interview room, the hallway was still packed with those hopeful meatheads waiting for their turn.
All of them staring at the door like it was the gates to heaven.
It would be so funny to tell them that the interview was canceled.
But no… that is going to be to easy.
It isn't going to be any fun.
It is very much better to call them all in, waste their time with fake questions, let them think they had a shot, then send rejection texts once they got home.
Let them feel the disappointment after they'd already celebrated in their heads.
I almost turned back to tell Jake to handle it that way, but then I stopped dead.
Why should I spoon-feed him?
He's a grown man.
If he can't figure out basic shit like this on his own, that's his problem.
Let him mess it up and give me another reason to make his life miserable later.
He already hates me as a boss, I might as well do other evil things for him to hate me more.
There's always room for one more hate on the "I hate Logan" list.
...….
A thought came to my mind to stop by my office but I countered the thought immediately.
Instead, I headed toward the elevator, slipping my hands into my pockets.
Today was supposed to be my day off.
The only reason I'd dragged my ass here was for this stupid interview, and I hadn't even sat through most of it.
Time to head home and start planning exactly how to make his life a living hell while keeping him glued to my side.
He'd be the perfect meat shield. He would be the first in line if anyone tried to shoot me.
Taking the bullet.
Dying first.
And I'd just hire another one.
A slow smirk tugged at my lips under the mask as I got to the elevator.
I pressed the button and waited.
The doors slid open.
I stepped inside and hit the ground floor.
The ride down was quiet, just the soft hum of the cables.
When it dinged open, I stepped out and headed for the main exit.
At the reception desk, the two receptionists were clearly slacking.
One scrolling on her phone and the other laughing at something on her screen.
I stopped walking.
Watched them for a few seconds.
They didn't even notice me.
Of course they didn't.
To them, I was just another man with a mask.
My face twisted into disgust.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," I murmured under my breath.
"Let me catch you both like this when I'm not wearing a mask," I continued quietly. "I'm really looking forward to hear the pathetic excuses you come up with."
I ignored them and kept walking.
The automatic doors whooshed open and I stepped out.
.....
My car was parked in the VIP spot.
I walked toward my car, already pulling my keys from my pocket.
But then—
I stopped.
Something felt… off.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, staring at the car.
"…That wasn't like that before."
I moved closer and slower now.
My gaze was fixed on the door handle.
It looked… slightly scratched.
"That car looks tampered with," I thought.
"I'm damn sure that's not how the handle looked when I parked it earlier."
How the hell had someone gotten close enough to mess with it?
"If anything is damaged," I added under my breath, voice dropping cold, "I'm not going to be nice about it."
I clicked the unlock button.
The locks clicked open with a familiar beep.
I reached for the door, slid into the driver's seat, and let out a small breath as I settled in.
I was about to push the start button...…..
"Do not move an inch… or I'm going to blow your fucking head off."