Maybe managers didn't follow the same rules...

That’s the only thing I could figure. I’ve only been here a couple of days but already I see broken rules and favoritism. I thought maybe my brother was lying about that kinda thing, but maybe not.

He’s only two years older, but he already knows a lot. I guess maybe I should try to listen to him once in awhile.

" — okay, Emma?"

Whoops, I missed everything he just said. But how can I help it? I'm distracted by the intricate details of his hair dye. How did he even manage to make it fade out like that?

"...Emma?"

Oh shit.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I'm just a bit nervous." I put on my best smile. He made a look of disgust and quickly turned away.

"So that department is upstairs. Have you worked up there yet?"

Upstairs? Work? No, that's where the bathroom is. Which is where I run away to have a break from work. Which I have done a total of three times in four days. Not too bad.

I followed him up the escalator, still admiring that hair, this time from behind. Which inevitably lead to me catching a glance at his behind, a few escalator steps above me. Perfect alignment really.

God, he didn't talk much. Other than work related stuff, that is. Well, he is a manager.

So then why does he have dyed hair? How come he’s willing to break the rules but not be lenient towards others — !?

" — and Jake is here until 5 if you have any questions."

I nod with a little less smile this time. His last sentence read: Jake is here, so leave me the hell alone.

Okay, rule-breaker-manager-guy. But I got my eyes on you.