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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 22:45:41 GMT -5
"Sir...I don't have anything to do with that, the deliveries are here on time." the boy said.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 22:47:00 GMT -5
"Then tell your employer I have a complaint and to meet me directly," he said before storming to his office.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 22:49:14 GMT -5
The delivery boy sighed and went about to his job. Arriving back at SIncerely Yours for payment, he informed the man of the bearer's complaint.
Bearon called the man via AI.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 22:51:37 GMT -5
Race scowled at the vid screen. "The agreement is YOU deliver the damned flowers."
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 22:55:52 GMT -5
"That is actually nowhere in the contract. I had my lawyers look over it." Bearon said.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 22:57:13 GMT -5
Race scowled.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 23:06:06 GMT -5
"Do the arrangements displease you?" Bearon asked.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 23:28:34 GMT -5
"Nothing will please me until you deliver it," he said, mad and showing it.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 23:29:53 GMT -5
Bearon smiled. "Good day, Mr. Race." he said, clicking off.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 23:31:12 GMT -5
Race threw his AI across the room.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 23:39:46 GMT -5
And so things continued like this.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 23:43:20 GMT -5
Until one day Race could not stand it anymore. He did not understand his obsession with the man. Normally sex got any want out of his system but with this man he just felt... he felt like he needed to see him. It was maddening.
Pulling up outside the florist, he entered alone and made his way to the desk smoothing his shirt as he waited.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 23:50:33 GMT -5
Bearon was smiling as he talked to a Uni student about the meaning of flowers. The boy seemed to be paying more attention to Bearon's biceps than the tulips he held.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 23:51:58 GMT -5
Walking to the side of the counter, Race glanced back and frowned. "Is THIS," he eyed the boy with a snarl, "Why you've been avoiding me? Get lost kid or lose your fingers."
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 23:56:51 GMT -5
Bearon blinked, looking over to the male. "Mr. Race." he said in acknowledgement. "Give me just a moment and I will speak with you." Then turning to the male, he said, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
The boy frowned at the crazy older bearer. "No thanks, I'll be back if I have any questions. Bye Bearon," he winked, before taking his bouquet and flouncing off.
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