The Lesbian In The Billionaire s Bed

I hated Tuesdays.

There was never enough work to make up for the extra hours the day provided as it dragged by, neither was there frequently anything fun and engaging to do. Today was no exception.

I walked casually out of the boardroom with my stack of folders clutched tightly in my hands and took a survey of the general office space. Almost as expected, there was little to no activity. Workers faced their desks mindfully, typing away at desktops or filing stacks of papers. In the years I'd worked in this Accounting firm, I was yet to make sense of the general idleness of Tuesdays in particular.

Just as I was about to make my way to my cubicle, I spotted-at the corner of the room, with his legs angled on his desk-the one person I was a little less than thrilled to see, Michael Wu. Michael was a coworker that'd grown to be a thorn in my flesh. Unfortunately, he'd also been selected to be my project partner for the meantime. He sat at his desk chatting away with some of our coworkers. Seeing him laughing on a Tuesday did everything to push my buttons. And knowing that he'd made a 'mistake' that could've screwed me up during my presentation earlier today gave me all the courage I needed to walk up to him.

"Breathe in, breathe out." I chanted mentally as I walked towards where he sat, his noise getting louder the closer I got. Somehow, I felt a little jealous that his corner had to be the one corner that got to be lively by 3PM on the worst day of the week.

I could hear his hoarse laughter from where I stood. He had to be the one who had that hoarse, cracked, wild laughter. If laughter could generate energy, his could probably power this whole building. His voice wasn't only loud but annoying. My ears itched.

"Micheal," I cut him off as I approached him. He barely turned to look at me and didn't bother to hide the sudden change in his demeanor.

I didn't like him either, so I scrunched up my nose, my face slowly weaving into a frown.

"What is it Didi?" He faced me, wearing an exaggerated smile on his face. His friends watched on in amusement, their eyes twinkling and smirks playing on their lips. I didn't even bother to spare them a second glance. I was here on a mission, and I was determined not to allow them make a fool of me. All I did was remind myself we were still within work premises, and as much as I'd have loved to give Michael a punch in the face, I had to remain 'courteous and polite' as long as I was in this building.

I couldn't afford to lose my job. Especially not because of Michael Wu.

I mirrored his smile, extracting a sheet of paper from my stack and holding it out for him. "Don't call me Didi." I warned before I began confronting him, even though I was certain he knew why I was at his desk.

"Can you explain to me what this is?"

"What does it look like?" He scowled.

I did my best to ignore his tone, and went on. "It looks like whoever printed this is trying to blind me, perhaps?"

"Then go look for them, I was not the one who printed it." he turned to his friends, dismissing me as he continued his earlier conversation. The paper was one I needed for my presentation, and Michael had undoubtedly printed it in an illegible font to spite me. I was amazed at his devotion to pissing me off.

I laughed a little before walking before him. This conversation was nowhere near over until I said so.

I slammed the paper on the table littered with papers and disposable cups. My eyes bore into his as I leaned closer, a serious expression on my face.

"No, Michael. It was your responsibility, so you find them and get this shit fixed".

"What?" He laughed, looking over my shoulder to his friends. His friends gave a weak smile.

"You will also take care of this part of the project while I'll do the others; I have no time for your bullshit. It's either you get it done or we both get fired." I didn't smile as I walked back to my desk, catching a glimpse of his surprise in the process.

I looked over at him when I finally got to my desk, and he grabbed the paper from the table, made some sort of excuse and sauntered out of the room.

Quickly, I picked up my bag and set to pack up my belongings, as the hand of the clock hit 4PM. Tuesday at work was finally over.