Miles
Carla was talking to me about something with her date and I was getting work done trying to forget about Logan's performance the other night.
"Carla, get out." I look up to see 3 people standing at the door. One was Logan, the other one looked like Logan but much, much, older. The other was a woman that also look like Logan. Carla got up and walked out. "Miles this is my father-"
"Logan Stephen. This is my wife Rebecca." The older man hold out his hand and shook it. "I would like a coffee with 9 shots of Espresso. No creamer." He walked pass me. I look at my boss Logan and he was looking for a folder. I look at the woman that hand me a card.
"Same thing but with 10 shots. Thank you." I nodded my head and grabbed my coat. I put it around my body and when I grabbed my keys, Logan stopped me, well I guess Logan Jr.
"Where is that envelope I had you put away Mr.Deven?" Logan calling him my last name was unusual for me. I took a deep breath.
"You never gave me an envelope." I said straight out. But Logan stopped and looked back at me.
"The envelope from last week. When I told yo-"
"Do you take this business as a joke? Where is the fucking Envelope?" Logan's dad yelled. I jumped and almost started to cry. Logan looked on his desk and grabbed an envelope.
"I got it father." Logan sounds just as scared as me but I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't stick up for me. Maybe because of our situation? "Mr Deven! Go get our coffee."
Nope he is being an ass.