“Good times.” I smile and look toward the door as a bunch of idiots walk in and take their seats.
“Alright. Now that everyone’s here.” Head idiot points to me with steepled fingers. “Leo, why don’t you start from step five?”
It takes everything in me not to throw this idiot through the glass windows of this hundred-story building.
I hear Stephanie laugh and try to cover it with a cough.
“Sure.” I bite my cheek. “It will be good to review since we’re on step twelve now.”
“I’d appreciate that too. I’m having trouble with step four as well,” next-in-command idiot adds.
Maybe if I run and jump hard enough, I can throwmyselfthrough the glass windows of this hundred-story building.
After repeating myself for nine fucking hours, I think the idiots all finally get it and I can go home tomorrow. Well, Steph knows it, and she’ll be able to help them if any issues pop up.
I’m done, I text Minjun who calls me. I roll my eyes but answer it.
“Are you sure they have it under control?”
“Yeah. They’re not idiots.” I try to sound offended, and Minjun huffs.
“I bet you called them idiots at least ten times.”
“More like a hundred—” Minjun groans. “But never once to their idiot faces,” I add helpfully.
“Thank goodness for that.”
“I might hate idiots, but I know how to pretend to be nice.”
“Dale was very impressed with your knowledge and presentation skills.” I might preen a bit. Praise is still praise, even if it’s from idiots. “I may have heard about an incident with a Ge-off.”
I bust out laughing. “Ge-off.”
“Leo,” he whines.
“Fine, I wasn’t that mean, I just showed him what was wrong with his computer and then told everyone else on the floor to stop searching for ‘easy crafts made from used Q-Tips’ and your shit will work.”
“I heard it was toilet paper rolls,” he deadpans.
“Right. My bad.”
There’s a pause where I can hear Minjun questioning all of his life choices to this point before he sighs loudly.
“I’ve booked your flight for tomorrow morning and emailed you the details.”
“Awesome. I can’t wait to get home.”
“We’ll talk soon.”
Hopefully not too soon.
I don’t want to get back on the road so quick. Let’s not examine why that is and instead, let’s call the hot lumberjack.
“Hey!” Whit answers excitedly on the first ring.
“Hey, babe.”
“How was your day?”
