The Twitch

Ok so I sit on my own in the works canteen now, I sat with everyone else before! Before he came the new guy. Worst thing was/is nobody questioned me moving tables. Ok ok I get it I should explain, it’s not that I think he that is to call him by his name Steve, is actually a bad guy as such but his eating habits, well let say pig and troff. He speaks with a full mouth teeth are yellow/brown I mean he still smokes fags, who does that. And then there are those rumours going around AA etc. He is good enough at his job I suppose. So I got uncomfortable and moved tables.

It’s probably been a month now and the straw hasn’t just broke the camel’s back the poor creature has been smeared.

We’d been put together to finish off a project I was heavily invested in, not a problem as I indicated earlier he seems good at his job, however in the meeting where we were told how happy the customer was Steve the f***in git got all the credit from the MD all I could do was smile and clap with everyone else. A week later and the thought came to me, how to solve my problem.

On Tuesday evening I approached Steve and asked if he would help me with a project on Saturday at 8:00, he eagerly agreed and so it was set in motion. Saturday came quickly enough and to my surprise Steve showed up early but with his girlfriend, still the plan could work. Best thing about Saturday was no security on reception. We asked Emma to wait downstairs, I took Steve up to 5th in the lift and over to a table with some plans on it. After a few minutes of BS had passed I made my move. I then travelled back down to the lobby and invited Emma up saying we’d like a women’s option, she woffled on all the way up to 5th. When we arrived there was no sign of Steve, I cursed as the window was open, I went to shut it and gasped, Emma came over and screamed. There was Steve, a blood pool surrounded him on the ground floor . We immediately ran down stairs calling 999 on the way. Three days later you arrived putting your hand n my shoulder and arresting me for pushing Steve out the window, I’d forgotten about the damn cctv .