Thornderous

Chapter 06. You can do better

'I'm a whole damn cake and the cherry on top'

~doja cat

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One year ago
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"Old McDonald had a faaarm, eeeaaaaa eeeaaaaa oooooo....And on his farm he had a duck eeeeaa- "

"Stop it Thunder, stop it, or I swear I..I'll..."

"Here a quack there a quack everywhere a quack quack, Old McDonald had a faaa- "

"I swear, I'll shove you on the ground and...then delete your designs. Yes..."
He yelled as he lifted his butt a little from where he was sitting, his hands slowly coming towards my desk.

"Hey! What is wrong with you?" I snapped at Rick as I shooed away his hand.

"What is wro- I should've been asking you the same question. What is wrong with youu?" he scoffed, glaring me with complete and utter irritation.

I've been doing this since last three and a half hours, in order to distract him. We've been working on a same cover design, but there is only one cover which will be selected. And I, wanted it to be mine. Because, why the hell not?

Shrugging, I winked at him and with a smirk I turned my head back to the screen.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the screen. "Seriously, if this goes on, trust me, I'll be not the one to throw you out, get back to work Thunder, I'm almost done."

My smirk grew wider as I change the font design, "Well, maybe your work is done but...ehhem" I pointed my thumb at my screen, "take a look at this masterpiece here, my cover will blow off and it looks way better than yours. I can bet on it."

Throwing me a challenging look, he cocked his eyebrow, ready to argue, "Don't be kiddin- "

Our little friend to friend chat, was blissfully cut off by the slaming of the door.

Mr Williams, the manager of advertising department, stood there, followed by a middle aged man wearing a dark neat suit.

I haven't seen him earlier, when Mr Williams had given us the instructions and requirements which the firm expects from their interns and handed us a project, more like an advertisement designing for one of his hotel in Chicago.

Rick's eyes shot with recognition and immediately stood up from his chair, looking down at me, he tugged my sleeve a little.

What? Did he expect me to stand?

Rolling my eyes, slowly stood up but did not forget to lean on the desk.

Rick straitened himself and stretched out his hand for a shake. "Good afternoon Mr Jones, I'm Rickard Ball and it is my pleasure to meet you, Sir."

The man named Mr Jones, eyed his hand like it was an onion peel under a microscope, figuring out how many cells it has, and then finally gave a crisp nod. When he didn't shook his hand, Rick slowly retreated his hand back.

"And who are you?" Mr Jones spoke eyeing me in a cold stern tone, a voice which can make you work ten times faster. Scumbag.

I was just about to give my best comeback when Mr Williams hurriedly interrupted. "That" glancing at me, '
"is one the acquaintance of Mr Ball. She'll be accompanying him as well as working with him as an intern."