Cornhole

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 3 (v.1) - Chapter 3

Submitted: August 13, 2019

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Cecil was tired of Darrin’s crap, but he didn’t dare let Darrin know it.  He knew that Darrin could and would have him killed in a moment if the mood struck him.  There were cameras everywhere.  If someone saw him flip Darrin the bird, he may not be waking up in the morning, but most people wouldn’t do that to him.  Save one.

That person didn’t seem to have a clue about anything.  He pressed Darrin’s buttons constantly without realizing how dangerous it was.  Cecil was quite sure that he was trying to make people angry enough to lose it at work so he could watch them get disciplined.  He had gotten more than one hotheaded young temp fired.  He was simply out to get everyone for his own entertainment, and everyone hated him for it.

 Cecil still dwelling on it a bit revved up the leaf blower to clear the debris from his weeding.

“Aw, I sure’s hell hope he’s not jerk nuff to want blood on his hands.”

“CECIL!”

“Sheeeet.” Cecil said under his breath before turning around.  He recognized the voice of the snitch.

“What the hell are you doing? You should have a trash can out here instead of just blowing that shit around.”

Cecil intentionally turned with the leaf blower still going full force so he would pepper the asshole’s legs with pebbles, dirt and grass.

“Damn it! You idiot!”

Cecil held back a grin.  “Oh, oh, oh, I am sorry!”

Eric started slapping the filth from his uniform pants.

“What do you want, Eric?” Cecil started the conversation to get to the end of it.  He knew Eric would dramatically clean himself until at least one other person saw so he would have  a witness if he decided to tattle to HR.  That all depended on his quota for the day.

“Laurel wants you to go up there and change out a bunch of light bulbs. Apparently, someone decided to pressure wash the electrical box near the trench and it blew them all to shit.”

Cecil jerked a bit before regaining his composure.  He wondered if Eric knew that he was the person to blame for that.  No, he thought, if Eric knew, it would have been all over the plant by now.  Thank goodness it happened in a camera blind spot.

“What time is it?” Cecil asked knowing his second job was waiting.

“Almost noon, oh yeah, Darrin said you were going to get lunch with your wife. Tell her I said, ‘hello’.” Eric said with fake civility.

“Oh, okay, I will get to the lights after I get back.  Don’t want to keep her waiting ya know.”


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