Eccedentesiast |t.h|

~Part 3~

"The boss likes to meet the workers on their first day so he knows he can trust them." The guy who brought you there whispered to you.

You nodded.

'The boss' hadn't looked up at you yet because he was working on some papers. You guys weren't very close to the boss, the room was huge yet organized. Out of all the people in the world, your boss had to be him. TOM HOLLAND.
You had only met him yesterday, but what a jerk.

Tom fumbled with the papers then put them away, and finally looked up.
"Okay so-" he saw you and his eyes got wide.

"Thank you Charlie." He nodded to the guy next to you and he left so you two were alone.

"Sit down." Tom gestured to a seat across from him at his gigantic desk, after Charlie closed the door. You walked over slowly and carefully sat down.
Silence.

"Look Tom-" you started.

"Mr. Holland." He corrected you

"Mr. Holland," You cleared your throat "I am so sorry about yesterday if we could just forget-"

He started to laugh interrupting you again.

"What?" You asked nervously.

"What's your name?" He asked leaning on his desk so he was closer to you.
You remebered that you wouldn't tell him yeaterday so this must be his revenge.

"Y/n y/l/n." You sighed. He grabbed a paper and handed it to you. It was a information sheet but you had filled one out when you first applied two years ago.

"Uh- Sir I've already done one of these?"

"It's okay fill it out again, things must've changed."

"I don't think-"

"Just fill it out!" Not wanting him to hate you more than he probably already does, you started to fill it out. Half way through it you paused, it asked for your address, you looked up at Tom.

"What?" He asked, "Do you not trust me to know where you live?" He smirked and said in a taunting voice. Ugh, you wanted to slap him so hard!

"No no no. It's all good." You filled it out angrily. After you were done you looked at him, smiled, and gave him the paper. An evil smirk was on his handsome face. He was going to make your life horrible, wasn't he?

"Thank you Mr. Holland." You started to walk out.

"No thank you Ms. Y/l/n!"

You groaned and threw your hands in the air, but stopped right away remebering Tom could see you threw the glass walls.

Tom bit on a pen while chuckling at you, being angry. You rolled you eyes and stormed off back to your desk.

"Y/n, whats wrong?" Claire asked you trying not to chuckle herself.
You blew away some hair that fell on your face, "Mr. Holland is what's wrong!"

You could see Tom because of the glass walls. The room was set up so his room was in the center and all the desks were around it, so Tom could see everyone working.
Your day was going perfect, until your life decided to take a turn. Tom ruined your perfect day.

"What did he do?" She asked intrigued.

"Well, we've met before-"

"Are you one of his chicks that he makes out with and then ditches for another girl?"

"What? No! He does that?" You asked surprised.

"Yeah! Apperently a lot."

"Gross!"

"I know."

Suddenly you saw that Tom was tapping on the glass at you and Claire. You both stared at him blankly. He spun his pointer finger around slowly in a circle, telling you both to turn and get back to work. All with a cocky smirk. You both slowly turned around.

"You wanna go to my place after work so we can catch up?" Claire whispered to you.

"I'm so down!" You whispered back. You got back to work and didn't talk to her again.
You slid in some earbuds and listened to music all through work. After a few hours, your extra long shift was over. Clarie drove you to her place. Her apartment was so nice, she must have lots of money.

"How could you afford this?" You asked amazed.

"My parents are kinda rich, but I never let them buy me stuff, because I like to work for it. They got me this place for my birthday, and I couldn't say I wouldn't take it, so here it is!"

"Hey, I'll take it if you don't want it!" You said joking. She laughed and walked to the kitchen. "Want some wine?" She had the best kind! It was hard to say no, but you had water instead. You guys sat at a bay window looking out at the small cars from the high level, and rain droplets all around.

"What is it like to be you?" You asked out of no where.

"What?" She laughed.

"You have a perfect home, family, job, body, skin- I could go on forever."

"Oh," she blushed, "I've never really thought of anything like that." It was awkward.

"Anyway," she started.