Thread: Trouble in the Vortex (Mr Quixotic and darjeeling)

David had his back turned to the woman when she uttered her last words, and he didn't bother to acknowledge that he'd heard them, let alone respond. With his body tensed, he nodded at Eric before his friend scurried off, and then sighed in relief, as instead of being called back into Felicity's office, the door shut behind him. As usual the arrogant bitch had spoken to him as if he were nothing but a piece of dirt, and confirmed in his mind that the opinions of he and his colleagues mattered for nought. Even when they were provided with the Company's best interests at heart. The relief wasn't because David was intimidated by, or feared, his superior, but a result of the exasperation and frustration Felicity Milton's seeming ability to never lose her cool or composure caused him to feel, and the thought of what he may have done to try change that if he'd re-entered her office. David would have been tempted to give Felicity a piece of his mind in a manner in which he doubted she'd ever been subjected to before. At least not in her professional capacity. How it would have ended up, David wasn't certain. Most likely with him being escorted out of the building by Security. He forced a smile at his colleagues, but avoided any conversation as he returned to his desk. What had Eric wanted? David fell into his seat, and checked for emails and phone messages, but there were none. That his friend had taken the time to come down to speak to David personally, rather than phone or email, was unusual. Whatever the reason for his obvious excitement, it couldn't be bad news. Eric had recently been installed as Acting Manger of the IT Department until a replacement could be found for Bryan Kirk, who'd resigned unexpectedly a few weeks prior, and David thought that he may have heard that he'd won the position permanently. After two attempts to call his friend, both of which went unanswered, David shrugged off his curiosity as best he could. He find out later, and for the moment he needed to get back to work, and ensure no further clients were lost to Immerse. Over here. The Pig and Whistle was a dark, dingy, British-themed Pub, located two blocks from their office building. It wasn't the usual drinking hole of choice for the majority of Vortex's staff - that honour went to the much classier Burbury Wine Bar a short distance away, where the suits hung out and tried to pick up -, so here they weren't likely to run into other colleagues or have a conversation overhead by anyone who mattered. That Eric had selected it, instead of the Burbury, was something else which had perked David's interest. Unable to wait any longer, he'd slipped out a few minutes prior to the official closing time of five o'clock - without a goodnight to Felicity -, only to find that Eric had made it before him. Obviously the position of IT Manager wasn't as stressful or demanding as he'd been led to believe. Two fresh beers sat on the small high round-table Eric had commandeered in one corner of the bar, and David thanked him as he slipped into a stool opposite his friend, and reached for a glass. What's going on? Patience had never been one of David's virtues, and that was evident in the tone of his question. However, what was just as evident was that Eric took enjoyment in making his friend wait for whatever information he had to impart. He lifted his beer from the table, swirled it around a couple of times, pulled the glass to his mouth to take a long, slow sip, sighed theatrically as if he'd just savoured the nectar of the gods, wiped foam from his lips with the back of his hand, then ever so slowly lowered the glass back to the table. Finally, he looked at David Myers. And smiled. So, do you want to know why Delton was fired, and what naughty things your friend Felicity Milton has been up to? Eric was aware of precisely how much David despised his superior, and as her name was mentioned, David's eye's widened, and his knuckles began to turn white with the force with which he gripped his beer glass. He lurched forward, and his free hand shot out to grab his friends wrist, not caring that he lost half his drink in the process. Stop fucking around Eric, and tell me what's going on. Eric laughed as he pulled his arm from David's grip. Okay buddy, but you're going to owe me. Your delightful superior, Ms Stuck-up Bitch, is sleeping with the enemy. Or at least she was. She's also the one responsible for Delton being fired. It should have been her. Myer's was all ears as Eric began to expound on what he'd discovered. Finally. Felicity Milton was going down.