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

The next morning, for the first time in months, David entered the office with a swagger in his step, and a smile on his face, even though his head throbbed, and his throat was parched. He and Eric had consumed numerous beers the previous night as they'd chatted about Felicity Milton and her transgressions. After the first, David had paid for the rest, and was delighted to do so. Eric had gained enough evidence on Felicity to bury the bitch so far under that she'd never resurface. However, just how Myer's intended to use what he'd discovered, he wasn't certain. He'd need to be careful. There was a chance if he openly dropped the bombshell on Upper Management, that he might be also be the subject of questions and mistrust, and find himself on the unemployment queue right beside his former superior. But use it he would, even if it had to be done anonymously whatever it took to get Felicity fired. Once that transpired, David could take pleasure in advising the woman of precisely who had been responsible for the situation she found herself in. Eric had promised to drop by that night with hard-copies of the relevant information. They wouldn't make the same mistake Felicity had, and communicate through Vortex's email system. David cheerily greeted his colleagues as he walked to his desk. Some returned his good morning, others only nodded, and the remainder averted their eyes. Those were the ones who'd been there at five o'clock the previous day, and snuck a look at the note placed on his desk. Report to my office immediately on Wednesday morning. David picked it up, and turned to his colleagues. Anyone know what the bitch wants? He held the paper in the air, raised an eyebrow, and glanced around the room. No-one answered, until David's gaze landed on the man in the cubicle directly across from his Mark, a 6'2, broad-shouldered male approximately the same age as Myer's, with a head of short, sandy blond hair and green eyes, and one of David's confidantes. He and David often worked together on some of the more complex negotiations, and if there was someone who disliked Felicity as much as he, this was the man. Probably the Corporate Dinner on Friday. She came around late yesterday afternoon, after you'd left, to remind us to attend. Better hustle on in and grovel before she throws a fit. David tilted his head to see if Felicity's door was open - it was -, then shrugged. She can wait, I need caffeine. He heard a few murmurs as he paused by his friends desk on the way to the staff kitchen. Corporate dinner, you say? David's lips pursed, his brow furrowed, and he nodded towards where their superior was located. And she's going? It was a rhetorical question, and asked as he clapped Mark on the back before he continued his journey to the staff room. He'd intended only to ensure Felicity was fired her from position, but the mention of the dinner had given him pause for thought. Just how far would Felicity Milton go to save her reputation and career? David was aware that with the evidence mounted against her, not only would Felicity lose her job, but that she could also face possible criminal charges, and that would terminally derail any further ambitions she held. The bitch would be lucky to find work pumping gas at minimum wage, and David judged Ms Milton's ego wouldn't view that prospect with great enthusiasm. She'd never displayed any mercy or empathy for him, or to the rest of her staff, so why should he to her? The idea which had started to form in his mind was becoming more attractive by the minute. He could have some fun before he took the bitch down. What was there to lose? The concept still in it's formative stages, David, with coffee mug in hand, sauntered into Felicity's office without knocking. Morning Liss. Myer's placed his drink on her desk, pulled out the chair he'd refused to take the day before, and dropped into it, with Ms Milton seated across the desk. You're looking attractive today, is that a new outfit? Myer's eyes slipped down to appraise Felicity's attire, and a smirk played across his lips when he lifted his gaze back to hers, nonchalantly reached for his beverage, and changed tack. The guys said something about a Corporate Dinner on Friday. Count me in. I hope you'll be attending? We've never really socialised out of work hours, and with how tense it's been around here the past few months, it'll provide a chance to us to relax, and become acquainted. We may have more in common than you suspect. David shot her a friendly smile, planted both hands on the arms of his chair, and commenced to push himself to his feet, as if to indicate he thought the conversation over, though he'd not yet even given Felicity an opportunity to speak. If an explosion was to come, he'd welcome it. Felicity may not be aware of the fact, but David was in control now, and he wanted to leave her pondering the reasons for his new-found change in attitude, and cockiness. Anything else, Liss, or shall I get back to work? Time is money, and I'd hate to provide Immerse with an opportunity to steal any more of our clients.