Part 2

Context: You are one of the most hardworking people at your company, if not the most hardworking. Since you started, your boss has been a thorn in your side, constantly teasing, nagging, and just getting under your skin. You swore you'd show him up one day, maybe even earn his respect, but it seems as though life has other plans tonight.

Setting: A nice hotel

Tags:[M4F][Enemies to ?][Teasing Tsundere Boss Speaker][Hardworking Listener][Teasing][Mean]['Work Marriage'][Family Drama][Heartbreak][I Quit][Fight/Argument][Leaving][Angst][CW: Angst/Family Trauma]

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[Scene opens in the ballroom of a nice hotel]

[SFX: Big corporate office party chatter]

[As you try and fix some of the drooping balloons near the stage, your boss hurries up to you with his usual charming energy]

“Seriously? You’re seriously still messing with the balloons?”

[Pause.]

“Pfft, I am your boss. Of course, I’m going to criticize you, even at your own award ceremony. Turn out just like you hoped?”

[Pause!]

[He gives you that infuriating smirk]

“I’m glad! So happy for you… But you planning your own award ceremony seems a little bit egotistical, you know?”

[...Pause]

“Oh, I know no one else wanted to do it. Since you’re so good at doing the work of five or six people, I figured you’d rise to the challenge. Unlike these weak-ass balloons, anywho.”

[Pause.]

[He wrinkles his nose playfully at you]

“I do love our dysfunctional little work marriage, hmhm. It truly is a delight to watch your stab at your little meals over your keyboard while the rest of us actually, you know, interact with one another.”

[You flip him off and he responds in kind]

[Pause!]

“Yeah, yeah, you can sit on it, Miss Steel Lady. Hmph. I need to go regardless. Apparently, there was a mix-up with our rooms so we might be squished into one of the suites together. How sickeningly romantic.”

[Pause…?]

[He scoffs]

“I doubt I’ll be here when you do your speech but, don’t worry, I’ll watch the recording later and we can go over how you can learn to speak like a proper human for next time.”

[Pause.]

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure I’ll choke on something at some point tonight. Or you will, on that stage. But Little Miss Steel Lady wouldn’t be afraid to give a speech to an apathetic audience… would she?”

[...]

“Oh, right, your Dad is meant to show up. Well, he can cheer you on! Problem solved!”

[...]

“Right, I need to get to the front counter to see if I can get you a bed with someone who can stand your presence. Good luck, see you later, and if you trip or anything, be sure to let me know.”

[With that, he turns and saunters away, pleased with himself. You are left to your big evening]

[SFX: Fade out on the party ambiance]

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[Time Break - Three Hours]

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[Scene re-opens outside of a hotel room]

[SFX: A hotel door being unlocked and opened]

[Hours later, you return to your hotel room. Your boss is already standing in the doorway, giving you that look]

“Someone must have had a nice time, hm? How drunk are you?”

[...]

“Silent treatment time, is it? Well, that’s fine. I can wait right here with nothing but this towel around my waist while I drip water on the floor, sure the cleaning crew will be super happy.”

[...]

[He gives you that cool smirk but you just brush past him into the room]

“Wh-? Hey! Pushing past your boss is a little rude, you know?”

[Pause.]

[He huffs and shuts the hotel door]

[SFX: The hotel door closing and the Listener sitting on the bed]

“Look, I don’t know why they crammed us in a room together… The hotel is double-booked, I guess, so how’s about I just grab the couch and-”.

[Pause]

“...Really? Just… ‘OK’? No arguing? No, ‘What, you think I can’t handle sleeping on the couch like a real man?! I can take anything you throw at me!’?”

[Pause…]

[For once, his cold, teasing demeanor lifts. Just for a moment]

“...Are you OK? Did something happen at the award ceremony? Sorry, I dipped, by the way, the thought of you standing up there with your shit-eating grin and holding that trophy made me want to alcohol in private.”

[Pause…]

[Your boss barks out a laugh]

“Ohh, your old man made it, huh? How late?”

[...]

[He laughs again]

“Mid-acceptance speech?! Oof… Well, late is better than absent, eh? Might just be a small, pitiful little participation trophy, but I’m sure he was proud to see-”.

[...]

“... oh Christ, you’re crying… F-Fuck, I ah… I didn’t… even know you could do that! You’re the Steel Lady around here, I always just figured your emotions looked at you the wrong way in fourth grade and you beat them to death and left them in an alleyway!”

[...]

“... What did he say to you?”

[Long Pause - Listener Recounting]

[B, thoughtful] “...He told you that it didn’t matter how hard you worked here, how many goals you reached, or even if you found a rich husband or whatever because he knows you’re still weak on the inside? Why did he call you weak?”

[Pause…]

[To your shock/dismay/mildly burning hatred, he laughs again]

“You’re too concerned with impressing men that remind you of him to be taken seriously? Pfft, wow… He’s not wrong, though.”

[...]

[Your boss shrugs as you look at him in disbelief]

“It’s true. You do so much just to try and one-up me, all because I like to tease you from time to time. You have something to prove, and it kills you that the proof just isn’t there. Do you work hard? Sure. Harder than most. But what honestly do you have to show for it? You eat lunch at your desk, alone, and with no friends, just to come out on top. You carry the department, I won’t even pretend otherwise, but… you’re just killing yourself out of spite. Spite for an asshole boss that just enjoys getting under your skin and motivating you to be more than just a fucking robot…”

[...]

[You sit for a moment in a pain you’d always kept to yourself while he talks about this and that. Something shuts off. Even in the presence of his stupid, handsome face, you no longer feel anything]

“-you doing?”

[...]

[You hadn’t even realized you stood]

[SFX: A lanyard clacking to the ground]

“Aside from throwing your lanyard on the ground casually… Do I need to get the handbook so we can discuss the destruction of company property policy?”

[Pause.]

“No?”

[Pause.]

“No. And why not?”

[Pause.]

[For the first time since you’ve known him, he looks almost astonished]

“Y-You… quit?”

[Pause.]

[SFX: The Listener getting their things together]

“Wait, you can’t just-! Please, just listen to me…”

[Pause.]

“No??? Why not?”

[Pause]

[At your last comment, he physically recoils, as though you slapped him across the face]

“You’re done trying to impress men that remind you of your Dad…”

[Pause.]

[SFX: The hotel door opening, closing, and the Listener walking calmly away]

[Even though you can’t hear it, your boss stands paralyzed for longer than is healthy before he utters one quiet, shaken:]

“...fuck.”

[To be continued]

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Note: Give him a little bit, he really has to dig under all that tsun to find the dere.