6 Chapter VI

Monday

I know it's a part of my job, but writing reports is just the absolute worst. We have to write a report that will be read by someone, who will then need to write basically the same report again. Which begs the question, why do we need to write one in the first place, instead of just giving them discovered information? And "because it's our job so just shut up and do it" is not what I call an argument Lukas! We usually write a mini report at the end of every day, but those are consisted of a date and, if we made progress, what new information we gathered. At the end of a case, we connect the mini-reports in one Big Boss report, that we give Victoria. But I haven't even mentioned the worst part. No, no, no. It may actually be bearable if my partner didn't turn into a dictator. His personality somehow changes from a regular asshole to an insufferable control freak of a dickhead. It makes me miss the times when he is just being an asshole.

"Don't forget to write the date."

"That's literally the first thing I did." 

"Did you write the evaluation of the mother?"

"Yes."

"Fathers'?"

"Daughters'?"

"Yes. To both."

"What about..."

"Yes! Whatever family member you can come up with, I wrote about them. Ok?!"

He scoffed and turned his attention back to his computer screen. I thought he will leave me alone now, but I should've known better.

" Did you learn how to use commas yet or do I need to send you back to the third grade?"

"Just because I make a mistake once in a while doesn't mean I don't know how to use them!"

"Less screaming, more typing" 

"I swear Lukas, I am going to throw the computer in your face if you don't leave me alone."

"Then you will have to write everything on hand."

If you kill him now, they will know it was you. If you kill him now, they will know it was you. If you kill him now, the w...

I have been repeating this mantra to myself just to say sane. I finished my report half an hour before my work day was over. Writing of the reports always took so long, because Lukas had to minimalistic-ly go through every single mini report, then his report and in the end mine. I finished three times already but it was never good enough and I had to write a whole bunch of paragraphs again. Even though there was absolutely nothing wrong with them in the first place! I would argue,  but that would just take up even more of my time. I don't understand why he became so insufferable. He probably tried to look good before his sister, because she is the one that reports to their father. I don't really know his relationship with his family, but I don't think he is that close to his father. He probably has daddy issues. But, that still isn't a good enough reason to turn into an absolute jerk. 

My last version of a report got proofread by him and he approved it with "it'll do". He isn't my boss. I could send upstairs my very first draft if I wanted to and he couldn't stop me. But I was also very aware of the fact, that from that point on, anything bad that would happen to us would be my fault. Even if I had nothing to do with it! It has happened before! You think I'm kidding? Once his computer broke and he claimed that because of my "subpar" reports we are not getting nicer things, because they are not taking us seriously. Even though his computer is the same as everyone else's' and he has spilled coffee on it the day before. He loves projecting fault onto someone else and that someone is usually me. That's a classic avoidance technic. I told him that once, to which he replied and I quote: "Psychoanalyse my ass, Spencer."

Gladly. His ass is more interesting than him anyway. Not that I look at it. I mean sure, I sneak a peak once in a while, but like it's not my fault. It's better looking than his face and personality combined. His ass is to good for him. I'm going to stop talking now. I gathered al the papers when a phone rang. First, I thought it was mine, but then Lukas said: "I had to take this"

He prepared to leave when I got up: "No, you stay. I'll take these to your sister."

He nodded and I exited the office. Halfway to the elevator, I realized that one paper is missing. Great. I went back and prepared myself for a dirty look Lukas will give me when I entered. I opened the door when I heard laughter. Like real, human one. I closed the door but not totally, so I could still hear what it was said. I know eavesdropping is bad or whatever, but I was curious now. What on earth could make Lukas O'Neal produce such a happy and beautiful sound? I almost doubted it was him. I never imagined he knew how to properly smile, never the less laugh. Well, wonders never cease.

"Yes Nana, I promise."

Was...Was he talking to his grandmother?

"Yes, I am taking them...Mhm. Everyday. I'm fine...Yes, I ate...I did get the cookies, thank you."

Oh, this is just too cute.

"I sleep a normal amount...I feel tired but nothing special...Nana...Nana...Nan-I promise, it's not going to be like that last time...That's what they are for..."

I wanted to listen to them. I can't express how much, but I knew I shouldn't. It just sounded too private. I'll wait until he finishes and then go get the paper. I left for the break room when my own phone started ringing. 

"Hey, Aron."

"Kara! How are you?"

"Good, thank you."

"How's Tim?"

"Great. Are you doing ok?"

"Perfect."

"How is Vanessa? And others? I haven't seen you guys in a while uh?"

"They are all ok."

"That's good. Can I ask you for a favor?"

"You know you can."

"Can I drop Tim off today and can you watch him for three or four days. I know it's last minute, but I just got a call for an emergency meeting in Ohio and I have to be on a plane at six thirty. So can he stay with you?"

My face lit up: "Of course! I am leaving work in about half an hour. Drop him off whenever."

"Thank you, Ar. You're a life saver."

"Anytime."

"I know you have work tomorrow, so I'll give you the money for a babysitter. I just want him to stay where is familiar."

"No, you don't need to. Margo is home. She can watch him."

"Ok great, perfect. God, I love you so much, Aron."

"Love you too."

"I'll be at your place around 4."

"Sounds good."

"See you."

"Bye."

I smiled. I guess I'll be having my "son" over for a couple of days.

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