Page 12 of Bleed for You
There was silence on the line then, Craig murmured, “I need my Daddy.”
Jinx heard the need in Craig’s voice. “Tough week?” With Craig having to deal with his boss, Jinx wouldn’t be surprised if he’d had a stressful week. Maybe Jinx should pay him a visit and teach him a lesson. He’d have to make sure Flint didn’t know who he was, so it didn’t affect Craig and his job. But a slap down might be in order, or maybe Flint could disappear. Jinx knew people who would do it. All he had to do was say the word and shove some money into some pockets, and Flint would be dealt with.
“Why him? He can’t do the job and he’s always searching for some issue with my work. It’s worse now that I have the Simpson design. He goes into the file constantly and leaves comments all over it, which shows how little he knows. He asked why I’d placed a wall in a certain location, and I had to explain that it was a supporting wall and actually needed, which a child would know just by looking!” Soft pants reached Jinx then Craig muttered, “He needs to just leave me alone and let me get on with my job.”
Jinx raised his eyebrows and murmured, “HR?”
“There is only so much they can do, and I have to keep a diary but I’m also printing out every comment he leaves, oh and the minor alterations he makes that I then have to correct!” Craig was shouting by the time he’d finished. “I’m mentally exhausted from dealing with him.” Jinx heard the long, deep sigh, then Craig whispered, “I think I need to look for another job. I had that lunch meeting with Mitchel and Mitchel and they don’t have any places right now, but said they’d hire me if they could.” Sighing heavily, Craig shook his head. “No more talking about looking for another job. I need to actually go ahead anddo it, because I can’t work with someone who doesn’t know the difference between his ass and elbow.”
Jinx managed not to laugh because he knew how upset Craig was and him laughing would not have been good at all. “Whatever you decide, I’m here. I’ll support you in any way you want. You shouldn’t have to deal with someone who suffers from an inferiority complex because he knows deep down, he’s shit.”
Craig burst out laughing. “Inferiority complex! You’re right, Jinx, and it describes him perfectly.” Craig sighed. “God, he makes my jaw ache because I have it clenched so tight to stop myself from telling him to go fuck himself.” Another sigh. “I really want to tell him to get fucked.”
“You should set up a camera and record him when you do tell him to go fuck himself. Post it on the internet so everyone can witness his humiliation.”
“That would be so much fun.”
“It would. I need to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Hmm, yes Daddy.”
“Maybe I should spank you for having naughty thoughts about your boss.”
“You agree with those naughty thoughts.”
“I do, but there is nothing better than having my boy over my lap while I spank his ass and watch his skin blossom.”
“Jinx,” Craig groaned. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
“You will, and I’ll make your favorite meal. Chicken nuggets.”
“Now I can’t wait. Love you.” Craig ended the call and Jinx moved over to the window, staring out at the landscape in front of him. Maybe he should pay this Flint a visit one night. Maybe hurt him a little. Make him cry. Make him bleed. With a smile on his face, Jinx went back to work.
Chapter Eight
“Craig!” Craig slowly closed his eyes, then opened them as he plastered a smile on his face and turned to face Flint. “What’s happening with the Simpson contract?” Flint demanded as soon as he reached Craig.
“I’m still working on it, along with the other two projects you gave me on Monday.” Which meant the workload kept Craig busy and a little concerned he wouldn’t meet the deadlines. He knew he had long days ahead, not that Flint cared, probably because he wouldn’t understand the type of pressure Craig was under. He’d have to have some understanding of the job to figure that out, but he had none.
“Why are you still working on it? It should have only taken you a couple of days to design.” And there it was. Flint showing how little he knew about Craig’s job and the department he ran. Craig wasn’t sure how much longer he could tolerate working with Flint. Dealing with his inferiority complex was draining.
“It takes some time to design, Flint. They’ve given me instructions on what they want and have asked for several revisions already. Once I’ve incorporated all their requests, I can show them a draft copy, and we can adjust accordingly.” Somehow, he was able to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
“So, they’ve already asked for revisions to the design you’ve created?” Flint sneered. “You’re so good that they need you to alter your design?” Flint laughed.
“They haven’t seen my design yet, Flint.” Did he have the patience to do this every single time with Flint? “These are revisions they’ve requested, as they have discussed what they need on their side. They’ve changed a couple of locations where they intended to have shops for other use. I have to adapt accordingly. Measurements have to be adjusted. Structural support may have to be altered. We’ll get there, but these revisions do come up.”
Flint clenched his jaw, his dark eyes narrowed as he glared at Craig. “Just because you have more experience than me doesn’t mean you’re better than I am.”
“I never implied that.” But he’d thought it. Craig smiled. “I’ve finished now, Flint. Have a nice weekend.” Craig turned to walk toward the elevators, but Flint grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back.
“Don’t you walk away from me.”
Craig shook Flint’s hand off and took a step back. “Please don’t put your hands on me.” Craig stopped talking when Sarah Plunkett walked past. “Sarah. Have a nice weekend.”
Sarah slowed and looked at Flint, who took a step back from Craig. “And you too Craig. Flint.” Sarah frowned at Craig, who smiled back at her. “Bye.”
“Bye Sarah.” Craig looked at Flint. “Is that all? Bye Flint.” Craig spun on his heel and followed Sarah, ignoring Flint muttering behind him. He caught up to her at the elevator andsmiled when she glanced at him. Once the elevator arrived and they both stepped inside, Craig turned and watched Flint as he stood, hands on hips, staring at Craig.
