After the Storm

04. Booger brained maggots

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Please go read my previous Pink Letter chapter if you haven't :D

And I'm sorry for the picture. There must be something wrong with me XD

Ingratiating: Deliberately to gain favour/ charming or agreeable

Colloquy: A conversational exchange.

Eviscerate: To disembowel (pretty much just spilling someone's guts ;))

Torpid: Slow and sluggish.

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"Mr Ambrose!" I pounded on the door. No reply.

"Rikkard!" Still no answer.

"Dick!" The silence emanating from his room defied all odds and became even quieter. The negative of noise was coming from the other office an it made my ears ring unpleasantly.

I groaned. "Sir?" This time, there came a reply. Of course, it didn't arrive in the form of his voice, for getting any sound out of Mr Ambrose was like drawing blood from a stone ― impossible. Instead, a tube shot out from the wall.

I grabbed it and practically ripped the note out.

Mr Linton,

Be quiet.

Rikkard Ambrose.

I let out a muffled scream. Oh how I would like to ram the tube down his throat and watch him suffocate to death.

I whacked the wooden partition again. "This is an important matter!"

Holding the pink letter felt like flames between my fingers. After reading the top few words, I didn't dare to pull out the letter and read the whole thing. Alternatively, I decided to notify Mr Ambrose.

Call me a nutter, but I had a bad feeling within my gut that this pink letter was more important than its previous counterparts.

Mr Linton,

It definitely cannot be more important than the work I am doing now. However if need be, you can tell me about it after work.

Rikkard Ambrose.

I tore up his note into shreds, tucked the strips into the tube and sent it back to him. I knocked again.

"Sir," I said in my most sickly sweet voice. "I need to powder my nose. Unless you want me to pee into the waste paper basket, I suggest you immediately let me in." Of course, I had no urgent need to relieve myself but it was the best option to make that stubborn granite open his bloody door.

It worked. I heard a frustrated moan from the other room before keys jingled and the door swung open. "Get in."

I didn't need to be told twice. I dashed in and he closed the door.

"Hurry." All he speaks are two syllables, like a baby, I thought. I had to stop myself from giggling at the mental image of an infant with Mr Ambrose's head.

As I walked to his table and not the powder room, he asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

I didn't bother answering because he would know soon enough. My palm slammed the letter on his desk. "Read!" I commanded my boss.

He strode towards me and proceeded to sit down on his chair. His unmovable features somehow managed to portray immense distaste. "You do not give orders here, Mr Li―" His eyes moved down to rest on the opened pink envelope and his whole body stiffened.