“‘Eviscerate.’ It means ‘to be a monstrous asshole in a public setting.’ Kind of a trend with you, honestly.”
“I know what ‘eviscerate’ means,” he growls. “I was— You know what? I’m not doing this with you.” He smashes the elevator button. “You seem to forget you’re the one who works for me.”
“Believe me,” I mutter under my breath, “I couldn’t forget that if I tried.”
The elevator dings. The doors slide open. We both stand there, neither of us moving.
“Are you getting in or not?” he asks at last.
We glare at each other across the threshold. Behind us, I can feel the weight of approximately forty eyeballs boring into our backs. Kyle (Shithead Kyle, not either of the other ones) is definitely chewing sunflower seeds again. I can hear the crunch-and-spit from here.
Bastian steps into th
