#opp:mercedes jones

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@indiemercedesjones continued from here

Mercedes had been staring at Steven for about ten minutes, waiting for him to notice her, but she wasn’t too surprised that the only reason he finally looked up was her threatening him with 3 days of no work. He looked a mess, and still had on his clothes from the weekend. Thankfully she had brought him a change of clothes before his staff saw him at the morning meeting. She placed a container on the desk .“Eat.” she said as she went to open his window, letting air into the stuffy room. “I made you breakfast because I know you haven’t eaten all night. And yes I said all night its 7am Tuesday.” She shook her head seeing the containers that she had brought him over the weekend scattered around the room. “You have 30 minutes to eat and get changed before the meeting.” she urged as she went to pick them up the trash around him. When he got into work he really wasn’t aware of anything.

After picking things up she looked at him and sat on the edge of his desk. “I agree three days may be too long, but you need a break. You haven’t left this office since Thursday night. So after the meeting you are going home and I am taking care of you. I won’t make you do 72 hours but I will make you rest for 24. And I am not taking no for an answer. You work too hard and if you don’t have a break, then you wont finish by Friday.” She folded her arms. “And before you argue with me you should know I am not above annoying you into leaving.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” Steven said, giving her a playful salute. He opened the lid of the container she brought and dug right in. “I did eat,” he protested meekly in between bites. “Red Bull and energy bars. Say what you want but it's still calories, so food.” It wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last either that Steve thanked his lucky stars that he had hired Mercedes a few months ago. In moments like this, she was a lifesaver. Business had been booming as of late and he had been spending more and more time at the office. It was good to have someone around who he could trust to have his back and who thought to bring him clean clothes because she knew he'd totally forgot what time of day it was.

After he finished the breakfast she brought, Steven slowly got to his feet and he stretched his arms above his head. He chuckled softly as Mercedes sat on the edge of his desk and gave him a stern look. “Thursday, really,” he asked while he walked around his desk, already unbuttoning his shirt. He let the shirt fall from his shoulder and placed it on the small couch where she had placed his clean clothes. Picking up the clean white button-down he tugged it on and left it unbuttoned as he changed trousers. “You're a lifesaver, you know that?” Steven didn't really wait for a reply as it was more a statement than a question. “Oh, trust me, I know... you don't take no for an answer. So what's the plan? I do this meeting and then I'm sentenced to house arrest?” As he buttoned up his shirt he made his way back to his desk. He would be more than happy if he didn't have to deal with the office for a few days. He got his best work done at home anyway, plus … no people around, just how he liked it.  

[indiesamevans]

[ 📱 — sms ] remember that. samcedes.

@rambeauwrites

[ 📱 >> mercedes ]: That you ain’t no skim milk, but the cream rising to the top?? How can I when I’m the one who told you that 😉[ 📱 >> mercedes ]: No, but seriously… remember what???  

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[indiesamevans]

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

@indiemercedesjones

Steven had no idea how long the other had already been standing there, her hand on her hip, giving him one of those glares that clearly showed how unamused she was with him at the moment. Come to think of it, he had no idea what time or even what day it was. Last time Steve had checked it had been around 5 pm on a Monday. He always did this, loose track of time whenever he was ‘wired in,’ writing out the codes, and then checking his work for any bugs.

“What,” he asked tiredly. The second he wondered what exactly Mercedes had said to him her words finally registered in his tired brain.  As he saved his work, he took off his glasses and placed them on his desk. “Mercedes, thank you for your concern, but even you have to admit that sentencing me to three days of bed rest is not an option. I’ve got to finish this thing up before Friday… by the way, what day is it? Still Monday?”

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[indiesamevans]

“you left me, remember?” [Dealers Choice]

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. He really should get a haircut this week; it was getting too long, Sam reminded himself as his fingers slipped through his dark blonde locks. He told himself to focus on the conversation he was currently having with Mercedes. Not that he wanted to have this particular one, because it felt like a deja-vu of a deja-vu that was a deja-vu from years ago. That’s how many times they had this conversation already.

“For the zillionth time, I didn’t leave you! I left New York! Never you. Didn’t I tell you you were totally welcome to come visit me in Lima? Did you ever come to visit? Nope.” He took a deep breath to calm himself down. He was just so tired of always being made to blame. “I told you before I moved back that I wanted us to be something real even when we’d be on opposite sides of the country,” he reminded her as he reached for his water bottle and took a sip.