The Devil And His Mistake (18+)

Part One

  I dealt with the in-person shit. "You can't do it yourself?"I sing back, making my way to his office door frame. The door was open, it was an unspoken rule around here. I remember my first shift, Sandra had a fit that I'd closed my door and blamed it on the fact that she'd have to walk all the way across the room to get to my door, instead of yelling from her office to mine. That was also the reason that I'd decided to hate the woman, every interaction since then had just solidated that finding. 

  He smiles at me, a cheeky smile. Jason Crown was a pretty man, he was in his late 20's and was quite charming, but not my type. "You have a better relationship with the printer. He and I still haven't worked out our differences.", He smirks, winking at me. 

  I roll my eyes, this time without having to worry about hiding it. "Well, you're gonna have to deal with your troubled relationship today.", I took a quick look around his room - it was so bland. 

  Jason laughs, as if he thought I was joking. "I need them ASAP.", He goes back to typing on his computer. 

  I hated him, too, don't get me wrong, just not as much as Sandra. The hate was still strong though.  "I'm not here for the next couple of hours, Jason.", I tell him, turning around to head to the elevator. 

  "Why?", He quickly calls out. 

  I smile at the worry in his tone. Yeah, deal with that bitch alone, have fun. "I'm driving to Birmingham.", I called back, pressing the button for the elevator. 

  A few seconds of silence. "Why?", His voice is closer now. 

  I look over my shoulder to see him standing in his office doorway now. "Wayne Williams.", Is all I reply with, waiting for the glint of fear to present itself in his glossy eyes. It does. That name did that to everyone. 

  "He still hasn't responded to her.", He states, putting two and two together. "Good luck with the Devil himself.", He adds, smirking. Wayne Williams was known as the Devil in this business. He was feared by everyone, even Sandra Whiteparish herself. 

  The elevator arrives with a loud ring. The golden doors slide open and I step in, my eyes finding Jason again. "Good luck with the printer.", I smirk, and send him a wink just as the doors slide back closed. 

  If he could handle getting off his lazy arse and printing his own spreadsheets, I could handle the most feared man in England. 

  I hope so. 

Chapter 1

  The building was monopolised with people. Men and women in suits and dresses flooded in and out of the gigantic glass doors at the front of the largest and tallest fucking building I'd ever laid eyes on. 

  I'd seen pictures of this place before, but I'd never seen it in person. The sheer size of it was frightening - I bet Jason has never heard that before. 

  My sore feet drag me into the building, and I attempt to dodge all of the people rushing around me. I mutter a few words along the way - sorry and excuse me, mostly. I wasn't surprised that I didn't hear those words back, even after being bumped into about five times. 

  The large front desk that covered the entire wall at the back of the ground floor was 

unmissable. There were exactly six people sitting behind that desk, and the queue for each person was equally as long as the desk itself. 

  Fuck my life, I thought as I scrambled to one queue.

  It took about fifteen minutes to get seen too. The man behind the desk had an expensive suit on and he looked fucking robotic, even his greeting was scripted.