Oh this has been a tense week and I’m not even talking about Daniel getting his memory back, “abducting” me (or not) and then escaping into the world to wreak all sorts of havoc.
Which was entirely my fault.
At least no one else knows that part… except Daniel…and whoever stole the security footage. (Trying not to think about it, my happiness is a testament to denial.)
No the tense I’m referring to is the arrival of a “higher up” from well, I guess wherever higher ups come from. All I know is that he is in charge of Director Moore. (Which makes him pretty much in charge of all of us.)
The Big Boss Man blew in like an express train. You know where you hear it coming and get up of your bench thinking “oh there’s my train”, and then it just trundles through the station making you look like a complete doorknob and also causing you to loose your seat…
Yep just like one of those.
Apparently we are all a bunch of incompetent fools (not just me then, yay) running around causing chaos and costing money. He’s not so happy with the way things have been running in the new “super-powered” division (can you tell?) and has been sent to whip us into shape… metaphorically (If he produces a whip from that ugly briefcase I’m out of here.)
He did bring one thing of interest with him….
The prettiest man I have ever seen… ever…better than the prick (not that he’s, oh never mind)… better than Michael…. Way better than any of the men I’ve dated (who I used to think were okay looking and now in comparison I realise were closer to trolls than men.)
But of course I would have to be a complete idiot to even think of a new man after recent events wouldn’t I? (It took about eight showers to get that telekinesis comment off me, shudder.)
Tries to whistle innocently…
Fails.
