Phoeniana
The Mild Amusement
Jaxonfolded his arms across his chest as if it were going to make the machine work faster. The coffee maker in question gurgled and bubbled while brew, boiling water, and coffe grounds danced themselves around. The entire purpose of him buying a fancy machine like that was supposed to be for quick, great quality coffee. Instead, he stood there, tapping one foot and glaring at the empty glass pitcher with annoyed eyes.
"Sir, I can have one of the interns grab y--"
"No," he replied icily, shutting the mouth of the tiny, busty woman dressed in hot pink. "I'm fine with waiting." Miss Nicole nodded and scuttled away as fast as those unnaturally high heels could take her, leaving him and the machine alone. Silence gathered in the cozy little office room. There wasn't much in there save for the normal things any break room setting required: a fridge, stand, table, chairs, ugly decor, dated magazines, and a set of lockers. His bored, ice-blue gaze traveled over the room with a disinterested frown. This was possibly the what, third time he'd be in here and all his funding had to show was some bland decorations and a mediocre coffee maker.
"Christ," he sighed to no one, running a full hand over his face. His new promoter was going to be there in less than 40 minutes and if he hadn't jumped off the nearest cliff by then, Jaxon was going to have the absolute worst work day of his life.
"Sir, I can have one of the interns grab y--"
"No," he replied icily, shutting the mouth of the tiny, busty woman dressed in hot pink. "I'm fine with waiting." Miss Nicole nodded and scuttled away as fast as those unnaturally high heels could take her, leaving him and the machine alone. Silence gathered in the cozy little office room. There wasn't much in there save for the normal things any break room setting required: a fridge, stand, table, chairs, ugly decor, dated magazines, and a set of lockers. His bored, ice-blue gaze traveled over the room with a disinterested frown. This was possibly the what, third time he'd be in here and all his funding had to show was some bland decorations and a mediocre coffee maker.
"Christ," he sighed to no one, running a full hand over his face. His new promoter was going to be there in less than 40 minutes and if he hadn't jumped off the nearest cliff by then, Jaxon was going to have the absolute worst work day of his life.
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