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my life is a living hell

Stumbling into his place, type turned to then flop down to his ass on the couch to lean himself against it to lean his head back to look at the ceiling to then wrap his arms about to then go slowly down to lay to his back to close his eyes to feel exhausted.
Mr. Ying was really riding type and hard and made him stay late has he was trying to bring him up to speed.
Taking in a deep breathe type turned to his side to then place his hand to his neck to rub to shake his head.
I hate this! Hate that prestigious, self righteous, condensing, young, son of a bitch! I was suppose to work for his father not him! Being this young he really has no business where he is!
Type took in a deep inhale to groan has his phone in his pocket started to go off again.
He then grabbed it to bring it to his face to see he had gotten a text message from him.
Rolling his eyes he opened the phone to grit his teeth.
Tharn: these forms don't look right, you need to come back and fill them properly.
Type: I've been over them quit a few times, there is nothing to be wrong with them. I'm at home.
Tharn: I'm looking at them right now and I don't care where you are, get back here and now.
Type took in a very deep breathe to then slowly get up to make a face.
Type: there is no reason for me to have to go back to the office, there is nothing for me to fix.
Type then looked at the next message to roll his eyes.
They were not like that when I left, what the hell is this!
Tharn: see they are not corrected, get back here!
Type signed.
Type: on my way.
Type then got up to then place his phone back to take a hand to his mouth to yawn into it to then proceed to go, in his car he felt his phone go off again to retrieve it to make a face.
Tharn: I am very hungry, bring Chinese.
Type signed once more.
Type: right.
He then started his car to then go and get the food to then go to the office not amused.
Inside, he went to that familiar desk he had come to hate to then plop the bag down to then eye about.
"Where are those forms you texted me?"
Tharn stopped typing to then grab the bag to pull to himself to then open to grab out the food to then place to the desk to eye it confused.
"Did you not get anything for yourself? This seems light."
Type signed.
"I am not hungry, I want to see those forms."
"Mm, you should have gotten yourself something, it's going to be a long night."
Type rolled his eyes..
"Not if I can't see those forms."
Tharn then eyed one section of food.
"These are spring rolls right?"
Type took in a deep breathe.
"I want to see those forms you texted me, I do not want to talk about food!"
Tharn then slowly eyed type.
"Quite the attitude, do we need to go back to the mail room to aquire some human decency?"
Type flexed his jaw to then look down.
"Listen, I have been here for a month, I am not making these mistakes, I really need to be brought up to speed with what is in that computer for this firm, I am getting a bit sick and tired of getting the food and you placing me in that place."
Tharn shrugged to then start to eat his food to eye it.
"Have to crawl before you walk and with that attitude especially at your age, I had to do what I needed to."
"Can we please get away from the age, now can I see those forms?"
Tharn scoffed to then shrug.
"I seem to have misplaced them, sit and eat."
Type shook his head.
"Go to hell!"
Type turned to then try and leave, tharn then lightly chuckled.
"You leave, I'll place you to the mail room again for 2 weeks."
Type stopped to then hang his head..
"I am tired, I need to go home and sleep."
Tharn then slowly looked up at him.
"Ah, is the little bitch tired?"
Type turned his head quick to give him quite the look.
"What have I've told you about that word!"
Tharn shrugged.
"How you keep acting, it's what you are. Now come back, sit and eat."
Type took in a very deep breathe to then turn his head back to eye the back of the door.
"I want to go home."
"See your being insubordinate."
Type shook his head to sign and heavily.
This idiot is trying to kill me or have me quit!
"I'm..... Not hungry. I am going home."
Tharn smirked.
"Your going to turn around, come here and eat. Now, my little bitch!"
Type growled a bit to then turn to go back to grab a chair to then slam it down a bit to then sit to eye the desk with the food with a sullen face.
"Stop calling me that word! I am not your anything, you need to be more professional! Just because you are 20 and the bosses son does not give you the right to treat people this way you jackass!"
Tharn couldn't help but keep smiling to they look to type.
"Pick what you want, eat, then you may leave."
Type made a face to then look about to eye an egg roll to then grab to then consume to get up to turn to leave.
"I ate, I'm leaving."
Tharn tilted his head to watch type leave to watch his cute ass shake from side to side.
"See you tomorrow. Also when you come in, drop your attitude old man."
Type stood before the door to make a face.
"I am only 24, knock it off! I am not that old you infant!"
Type then grabbed the door handle to then turn to leave slamming the door. Tharn then leaned back to place his hands to his head to eye the action with that same smile.
How am I going to......
Tharn looked to the ceiling to then ponder and hard on what he had planned for type.