'Merc With A Heart?' (Deadpool x Reader) [ DISCONTINUED ]

'A Day In The Job?'

It's not often that I sleep in, but today, was Monday. But seriously, who wouldn't want to sleep in on a Monday? My window welcomes the breeze into my room. I pull my blanket over me comfortably. A small "meow" peeps its way through the window. I turn over, ignoring it. Then I feel something brush against my chin. My eyes flutter open, laying my sleepy eyes on a small, skinny, grey cat, staring at me with desperate yellow eyes.

"AHH!" I scream, making the cat shriek. I jump and fling the cat across the room, making it hit the wall. A loud cat scream fills my apartment. I almost had a heart attack! I catch my breath before peering over the end of the bed. But the cat disappeared. I look under the bed, then catch the stare of two terrified yellow eyes."Hey! You! Get out from under there!" I shout. The cat just stares at me, shrinking back. I sit on the bed, waiting for it to come out. But it didn't. I decided to just act like I thought it was gone and start making a sandwich.

The cat pokes its head out from under the bed, curiously. I glance at it and take a bite. The cat now sits in front of me. I set the sandwich back down on the plate and set it on the window sill. The cat prances out the window and I shut it. It'll be back..., I think to myself, time to go to work.

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I pull my hair back into a bun before getting my files straightened. BERRRRP. I jump to the buzz from the speaker next to me. "(L/N)! Get into my office!" I push a button.

"Will do, sir."

Once I reach Mr. Kartch's door, I carefully knock. I have no idea what this is about. I've turned in all my work on time, I'm never usually late, and I already made copies of the advertisements. Maybe he's just asking me a favor. Ugh, stop worrying about it! It'll be fine. It's not like boss can't talk to anyone. Right?

The light above the door turns green. I turn the handle and step in. Mr. Kartch sits behind his desk in a leather chair, hands folded on the table. His old wrinkly face shows no emotion. His tired impatient eyes set on me behind his small rounded glasses. "Sit."

I sit down as he watches me. "Sir, may I ask what this is all about?" I ask, adjusting to the cold seat. He rubs his chin with his big broad hands.

"(F/N), I called you in today to talk about your little stunt-"

"Stunt?" I ask confusingly.

"Don't act like you don't know. Just yesterday the company had billions in stocks," he stands up now, "But now, we have only a few hundreds left in our inventory! It had you written all over it. How dare you steal from your own boss! (L/N), YOU'RE FIRED! AND I WILL SEE YOU IN COURT, YOUNG LADY." He shouts very angrily. I widen my eyes, confused at it all. I-I've just been fired for something I wasn't even aware about!!!