Sweet child of mine- chap 9 (3/6)
anonymous
October 29 2010, 19:08:41 UTC
“Sir?” a baffled voice called behind him. "Is something wrong?" The finance minister really didn't deserve what he got, Poland would tell himself later, but at the moment he couldn’t, in the more vulgar words of America, give any less of a fuck.
"Let's see," He glared daggers at the poor, middle-aged man who was merely worried about his country's sudden change of weather. "Like, yeah. There are a lot of things that went wrong today. Like, for start, you being here in this hallway when you are supposed to be, oh, I dunno, working? Taking care of little things like those GDP reports you just got, or, like, watching this year's GNP prediction?! Because I'm totally NOT going to let you slack off and give me pneumonia! "
"Listen, young mister- I don’t know who you think you are-" one of the minister's companions- probably a newbie assistant, considering his attitude- came out to defend the minister, who looked like he got bitch-slapped, hard, right across his chubby face. He tried to signal his apprentice that he really should just let it slide, for God’s sake. The minister prayed to God this wouldn’t end with the building falling down.
"-no. You don’t know who I am." Feliks turned around with a semi-calm smile, the kind that shows the one wearing should not be given access to sharp objects. He will NOT be called 'young man' by a human who was barely half a century old when he probably knew his ancestors. No. He spoke with a sweet, terrifying tone, like honey-coated arrows. "-but I do know who you are. You are new here, so it's really sad that you'll, like, be right back where you came from by next week. Before you patronize someone, better check out what authority they hold and their age, kiddo, and why on earth is it so that every time I poke my nose out of my office this hall is full of idlers?! Like, do you, or do you not, have a country to run here?!" Every single person who was looking at the 'incident' backed off a bit- some even attempted to slide back to somewhere away from the explosive Feliks- but it was no use. He was way off his bad mood scale. Some could almost swear he looked at them like a teacher at a bunch of kids who just got busted trying to pull a very unpleasant prank. And it wasn't the kind of teacher to let things like this untreated.
"-I'm counting to five. If by then all of you are not back in your offices I swear to God you won't be seeing them from the inside after the elections! Sheesh! Am I the only one working here?!"
The hallway was empty with a blink of the eye. Poland let out a stressed sigh. This day was going just great so far! He still had the biggest problem to handle… but for now he guessed he could be happy that Tomasz didn't see him cracking and shouting at all these people…
“Sir?” a baffled voice called behind him. "Is something wrong?"
The finance minister really didn't deserve what he got, Poland would tell himself later, but at the moment he couldn’t, in the more vulgar words of America, give any less of a fuck.
"Let's see," He glared daggers at the poor, middle-aged man who was merely worried about his country's sudden change of weather. "Like, yeah. There are a lot of things that went wrong today. Like, for start, you being here in this hallway when you are supposed to be, oh, I dunno, working? Taking care of little things like those GDP reports you just got, or, like, watching this year's GNP prediction?! Because I'm totally NOT going to let you slack off and give me pneumonia! "
"Listen, young mister- I don’t know who you think you are-" one of the minister's companions- probably a newbie assistant, considering his attitude- came out to defend the minister, who looked like he got bitch-slapped, hard, right across his chubby face. He tried to signal his apprentice that he really should just let it slide, for God’s sake. The minister prayed to God this wouldn’t end with the building falling down.
"-no. You don’t know who I am." Feliks turned around with a semi-calm smile, the kind that shows the one wearing should not be given access to sharp objects. He will NOT be called 'young man' by a human who was barely half a century old when he probably knew his ancestors. No. He spoke with a sweet, terrifying tone, like honey-coated arrows. "-but I do know who you are. You are new here, so it's really sad that you'll, like, be right back where you came from by next week. Before you patronize someone, better check out what authority they hold and their age, kiddo, and why on earth is it so that every time I poke my nose out of my office this hall is full of idlers?! Like, do you, or do you not, have a country to run here?!"
Every single person who was looking at the 'incident' backed off a bit- some even attempted to slide back to somewhere away from the explosive Feliks- but it was no use. He was way off his bad mood scale. Some could almost swear he looked at them like a teacher at a bunch of kids who just got busted trying to pull a very unpleasant prank. And it wasn't the kind of teacher to let things like this untreated.
"-I'm counting to five. If by then all of you are not back in your offices I swear to God you won't be seeing them from the inside after the elections! Sheesh! Am I the only one working here?!"
The hallway was empty with a blink of the eye. Poland let out a stressed sigh. This day was going just great so far! He still had the biggest problem to handle… but for now he guessed he could be happy that Tomasz didn't see him cracking and shouting at all these people…
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