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Chapter 07 - Harry

"Yeah." Was all I said, saving myself from the mocking that would come next if he knew what had happened to me. 

I headed to between the several rows of CD's and DVD's and started reorganizing it all alphabetically since everyday people messed with it. There were no customers yet, which made the morning the best part of the day at work; silent, empty and peaceful. Or that's what I thought. 

As I said, that wasn't my lucky day. 

"You know, make this a habit and boss will send you home in a blink of an eye." He came closer to me and repositioned the CD I'd just put there. "By the way, this is not here." That guy didn't like me at all; he never did. But I could notice today would be one of those days. 

"You know I've been working here for a few years now, right?" I put the CD back to its right place and turned around, trying to get rid of that annoying guy. 

"And that's something to worry about, don't you think? A few years working here and you still don't know the right place of the stuff." He blinked and followed me while I walked, and I was seriously thinking about turning around and making my fist meet his face. 

"Get off, Joe. I'm not on the mood for your stubborn behavior today." Expectedly, he stood there; the same amused smile on his lips. It was annoying. 

"Be nice to the customers. I have an eye on you, and so does the boss." Said Joe, winking right after. 

"Yeah, 'cause you're his messenger right? His right arm, his best employee." When I rolled my eyes, his went from black to red, and I almost saw fire on it; it didn't take more than a few seconds so he put himself together though. "Go do your job, and let me do mine." 

Finally by myself, I watched from afar as Joe walked back to behind the counter and put his headphones on while checking something at the computer in front of him; in the meanwhile, I just kept reorganizing the CD's and humming the low background song at the store. 

As the hours went by, people started coming in, and I tried my best to smile and be comprehensive even when the customer seemed not to know exactly what he wanted; I had to walk around the whole store, showing him all the DVD's on the category he was looking for, 'cause he just didn't know the name of the movie. The only thing he could describe (poorly, may I say), was how the cover looked like, which was kind of useless, since one movie could have a thousand of different covers. 

At the whole time, I could feel Joe's gaze on my back, having fun while I walked around like a fool. I even got to think he'd hired that guy to make me wander like an idiot, but as I couldn't be sure I had to smile and do my best; give him what he wanted and feed his ego wasn't exactly something I was willing to do. 

Anyways, after that, the day was quite lazy; probably because of the pouring rain outside, or maybe the dark clouds, I couldn't be sure. Whenever the weather was like this, people used to get lazier than the normal, and for some reason they didn't go to the store. Maybe the fact that inside was colder than outside because of the air conditioner had something to do with it. 

While Joe checked the sales spreadsheet, I sat in one of the loveseats scattered around the place and leaned my head against the wall as it suddenly started to ache. My phone kept vibrating all day long, and I had to message the guy from uni before that twat pissed the hell out of me. 

"At work now, Nathan. I'll call you when I get home." 

"Put that phone back on your pocket, Styles. You're not allowed to chat during work." Seriously, what was wrong with that guy? 

Joe was standing on the wall next to me, trying to see what was on the screen of my phone. Not that it was really of his business, nor that I owed him any satisfaction of what I was or wasn't doing at work; he wasn't my boss after all, but sill, I made sure to show him the message, and I tried to hide the amused smile when his face fell to the ground and he got completely uncomfortable, not knowing what to say.