Mr. 0

One

this is my own story; i'll put the authors name here for future reference when i go to search for more stories 0-0

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Diligent. That's what you were.

One of the fee more diligent worker of the baroque works incorporation, always trying your hardest and working as much as you could.

But you couldn't stand it.

Not one bit. Oh no.

All the stares he got, all the letters that he received from the hundreds of people who thought more of him than the hero of Alabasta. Although you couldn't blame them; you had a small thing for the sand king yourself.

By small you may say you envy any woman that neared him in public, or even tried to talk to him.

you were crazy and you knew it, knowing how your boss was more of a sadistic, manipulative playboy. However a boy hardly.

As your thoughts would race over and over, it all came back to him.

Always.

You sigh recollecting your thoughts, and go back to work.

Which was quickly interrupted when a few hard knocks rang from your office door. You sigh and stand from your comfy swivel chair and walk to open the door. When you turned the knob, you were met with Mr. 3, a sigh left you as you made your way back to your chair and sit down, spinning around a few times before the sound of the door closing made you sit at attention.

"What do you want Galdino?"

irritation was clear in your voice as he cleared his throat to begin speaking.

"The boss wants you to be with him and his partner when they talk about the plan to everyone today."

You scoff, turning back to your laptop and finishing off a email that Crocodile had assigned you.

"Really."

"How do I know you won't do me like you did last year at the little Christmas party that we had?"

He sighed and looked you straight in the eye.

"That wasn't me, that was Bon Clay! You know how he likes to mess with people!"

"Maybe he should stop then! I was completely embarrassed when I told him all the things I wanted to tell him."

He sighs and looks at you with a sorrowful gaze.

"Maybe it's about time that you move on from him, hm? You know he's going to break you sooner or later; his tastes change constantly."

You shake your head and sigh tears forming at the corner of your e/c eyes, threatening to spill.

"Now Y/n don't cry...we don't need you ruining a new desk with your acid.."

You nod and wipe your eyes with your specially made handkerchief that was close to your pocket.

Galdino sighed, and played with his wax in his hands, letting his eyes rest on the molding wax in his hands.

You watched carefully as he smoothed and smashed the wax together with his skilled fingers.

"If you won't get over him, at least try to distance yourself a bit more from his presence; being around something poisonous for you isn't healthy."

He sat the wax figure at the corner of your desk, standing and leaving with a sigh before closing the door.

Only then could you get a good look at the little wax figure; your boss.