67 Butting Heads (2/2)
”It seems interesting,” I said. With that, I went back to my own file.
”Your thoughts?” he pressed. I looked up again, gauging his reaction, and then shrugged. His eyes flashed in anger and he mumbled something I couldn't catch. I didn't give him much time to do anything else as I went back to work. He didn't speak to me for a few hours after that, but I could feel that he was growing angrier with each moment that pa.s.sed.
He had been brooding since then, and I hadn't minded the occasional grunts and sighs that came from his direction. I was quite enjoying it. It was after a few hours that he snapped. He turned to me and asked for my opinion again.
”Mia, they have received another code that we need to figure out.” I nodded and scooted closer to him so that I could look over the Morse and change it into an understandable notice. It took me more than a while to figure it out. The whole message was the longest I had come across. I was astounded by the number of dots and dashes scribbled throughout the sheet. Someone had taken the time to copy it down and leave it in front of us. I was horrified at what I saw.
A bit intimidated, I produced a pencil and a paper and started to write down the English equivalents to the Morse code. It seemed to like it would take hours to finish. I kept slipping as people hollered about insignificant things and broke my concentration.
After about fifteen minutes of starting over from the beginning, because I slipped up. I groaned in frustration. Someone, I had no clue as to who it was, burst into the room and shouted out for someone else. In that very moment, I lost it.
”Ask your employees to calm down,” I hissed. Anthony turned to me with what seemed like an amused expression and it made my blood boil. ”Don't smirk at me, boss. This code isn't going to solve itself on its own, so ask them to calm the f.u.c.k down and work like civilized people!” I knew that my voice grew louder with each word I uttered. I was pretty sure that anyone who was on the same floor or on the floor above could hear me by the end of my angry demand.
Anthony looked stunned. I was pleased but seething. The man who had made me snap shuffled out of the room hastily and I saw no sign of him since then. But Anthony, he seemed to snap as well.
”You are the one screaming, here. Obviously, you're not interested in working on this. Maybe you should go back home and do whatever the f.u.c.k you were doing while all the others were working their a.s.ses off to get the information that built the base of this plan.” He looked serious, and that was what offended me the most.]
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