[3] COME ON, EILEEN | A. TVEIT ✔️

1.2 invitations

"Eileen, you have a visitor." Wilhelm called out.

not unusual on a Tuesday, since it was when most suppliers came and some people had been visiting to try to help them get a new place. maybe Robert would like to come, that'd be good publicity, he's gonna be here next week. their show had been receiving raving reviews once more, sold out nights for over a month, serving to fan the flame of their finding of a new place. things got even better (for them at least) after Aaron's Instagram post.

"send them in, Wil." Eileen became a picture perfect worker, all papers straight, the pile of done nearly twice as high as the to-do.

"hey." Conroy Moran had planned this moment for days when his boss told him of the need for this visit. though when he felt that same murderous gaze of years ago he wished he'd sent an assistant.

"hello." Wil watched for tell tale signs of her rising temper, knowing the woman enough to see all of them.

first came a tight lipped grin that could be mistaken for professional if not for sign number two: squinted eyes. those matched with the pure murder in her eyes made for an incredible picture. Conroy's posture showed an undertone of fear and made Eileen's smile a lot more genuine, though he'd bet on how her hands were clenched under the table.

"what can I do for you, Mister Moran?" she averted her gaze somewhere else as if his presence didn't make her feel on fire in all the wrong ways.

"Come on, Eileen." He'd bounced back to that cocky teen with such a stupidly handsome smile, though now all it did was cause a headache. "I thought we were better friends than that."

"we were never friends. you simply took advantage of my vulnerability then proceeded to waste my time much like you're doing right now." a stack of papers got slammed down violently. "so unless you would like to get to the point, i have much to do before lunch."

"ouch, you're wounding me." Wilhelm scoffed from his place behind a semi closed door. the audacity in him was terrible.

"then I've reached my goal." her poor computer was nearly damaged by forcefully typing. "state your business or leave."

"I was hoping we could discuss the transition of shows during an early lunch." Did Conroy actually believe she was going to say yes?

"the only way I am discussing this show's unfair eviction is when I talk to your head of logistics, which I've been doing for weeks."

"you're being a little rude, Eileen." her name sounded a lot better when said by other people. "maybe you should just be quiet for once."

at this Wilhelm ran into the room with a half assed excused so as to damage control when something went wrong. the last final sign for an exploding Eileen Flanagan were the flaring nostrils.

"maybe you should leave my office immediately before I call security."

people often said gingers came with tempers to match their fiery hair and Eileen felt like the stereotype in that moment, to watch his figure retreat sent the woman back to  their quite public falling out right by his front door, a scene old gossips still talked about to thus day.

"I am either going to end him or myself if we have to interact again." Eileen looked at her friend with a look identical to when she'd been seventeen and heartbroken.

"well, I prefer option number one." Wilhelm leaned on the left side of the chair, throwing an arm around her. "I am here if you want to talk about it but knowing you it's gonna be your therapist on the receiving end of it or whatever pior soul is around, which is not healthy for anyone involved. seriously, you ought to stop bottling everything."