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Office Gossip	By : cdreaiton Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Office Gossip
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
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A few things to start:
Japanerin - basically translates to ‘young Japanese woman’. Pronounced (ya-pan-air-in).
Danke - Thank you
Ja - Yes
Liebchen - German endearment meaning ‘sweetheart’ or ‘dear’. Usually used for younger girls and women and children.
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“Japanerin!”
Aoba turned to face the woman coming down the hall behind him. He wasn’t too terribly fond of the office nickname he’d somehow picked up, but he would never tell them that. He smiled at the woman. She was holding a manilla envelope and waving it towards him. He stopped and reached out a hand to grab it.
“Danke. For Mr. Noiz?” Aoba took the folder and placed it in the pile already in his arms.
“Ja. For the meeting today.” She smiled sweetly at him. When Aoba turned to go she grabbed his arm and stopped him. “Meeting will run long. Have lunch with us?”
Aoba hesitated a little. The ladies who worked in Noiz’s company office were kind and always asking him to join them for lunch. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, or that he didn’t like them. His German was just so terrible that he couldn’t really understand anything they were saying. And none of them spoke any Japanese beyond ‘Konichiwa’. He felt bad turning them down every time, but he usually had lunch with Noiz anyway. Today was different. Noiz was going to be in a meeting all day so Aoba had brought a bento with him and had planned on eating at his desk by himself. Even if he couldn’t understand the conversation, eating with other people was better than being alone. He smiled at the woman.
“Sure. I will.”
The woman’s smile brightened when she heard his answer.
“Good! See you later!”
She turned and walked back down the hall to the cubicle area where everyone’s desks were. Aoba sighed and his shoulder dropped a little. He just hoped they didn’t ask too many questions. He opened the door to Noiz’s office and went inside.
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The day had been pretty uneventful. He’d gotten all his paperwork done, filed said paperwork, finished up a report for next week, and double checked the presentation Noiz would be using for his meeting tomorrow. Aoba sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. Only a few more minutes until lunch. He straightened up his desk and then went to the break room to grab his coat and keys. The office ladies would be around any moment to pick him up for lunch.
When he opened his locker, he noticed something was off. His bento box was tied funny. He knew he had tied it correctly before leaving for the day. A small feeling of sadness coiled in his stomach. He knew before he even opened the box what had happened. Sure enough, when he opened the lid to his bento there were two little earth worms wriggling around the food. Swallowing down the bile that rose to this throat, he tossed the entire box into the garbage.
This wasn’t the first time, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Someone in the office hated him, but he had no idea who, or why. He thought he had been kind to everyone, but somewhere along the line he must have offended someone. Grabbing his coat, he checked the pockets. As soon as he felt the cold, wriggly bodies he withdrew his hand immediately, tossed the coat into the trash next to the spoiled bento, and washed his hands in the sink.
As he scrubbed the nasty feeling from his hands, he bit back tears. This was the third time the mystery person had ruined his coat, and Aoba was running out of excuses for why he needed to keep getting new coats.
He had thought about telling Noiz about the situation, but he knew what Noiz would do. He’d turn the office upside down searching for the person, disrupting everyone and accusing innocent people. Aoba didn’t want that. He just wanted to keep his head down and get his work done. But lately, things were starting to get worse.
When Aoba had first come to Germany, he’d stayed home while Noiz went to work. But after nearly a month of doing nothing, Aoba begged Noiz to let him go out and have a job. Noiz refused. A few weeks later, Aoba was close to losing his mind from boredom and he asked Noiz again. Noiz again refused. So Aoba got creative. He told Noiz that they would not have sex until he let Aoba have a job. Two days later, Noiz caved. The only condition was that Aoba had to work at Noiz’s company. And so, Aoba was hired on as Noiz’s personal secretary. The ‘incidents’ started happening the day after he started. That was two months ago.
A tap on his shoulder brought Aoba back to the present. The woman from earlier was looking at him worriedly.
“Are you alright, Japanerin?” The woman, Aoba thought her name was Anelie, seemed genuinely concerned. He smiled weakly at her.
“Yeah. Work is stressful. Ready for lunch?” Aoba dodged the question neatly, gesturing towards the door.
“Yes. Let’s go.” Anelie looped her arm in his and lead the way.
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There were seven women from the office at lunch that day. After a semi-heated conversation regarding where to go, Ida had insisted they try the new French cafe that had opened just down the street from the office. Luckily the cafe had a table big enough for the eight of them.
After they had finished eating the majority of their food, the women had begun to talk about their boyfriends. Aoba listened politely, but never joined in the conversation. At least he tried not to.
“Are you seeing anyone, Aoba?” Dana asked, turning towards him with a small sparkle in her eyes. She was a heavier set woman who was always asking Aoba questions about Japan.
“Me? Um…” Aoba thought desperately. He couldn’t exactly tell them he was sleeping with the boss, but he didn’t really want to lie to them either. Luckily, one of the other women interjected on his behalf.
“I don’t think our little Japanerin has been here long enough to find a lover yet. Don’t worry liebchen. You’ll find someone soon enough.” Irma smiled fondly at him and patted his hand. She was an older woman that everyone around the office saw as their grandma. He smiled back at her gratefully.
“Well I’ve been seeing someone new recently.”
Aoba cringed. The woman who had spoken was named Klara. She was a thin, blonde haired woman who wore too much make-up. Her voice was high pitched at made Aoba’s head hurt. The men of the office thought she was gorgeous, but Aoba just thought she was pretentious. She was the only person in the office Aoba didn’t particularly care for.
“It’s not that mouth-breather from R&D is it? He’s a total pig.” This response came from Johanna, the youngest member of the group. She had started at the company only a few weeks before Aoba.
“Another one Klara? You go through boyfriends faster than most people go through a box of tissue paper.” Brigitta was a stern woman in her mid 40’s, who always had an opinion on how everyone else should be living their life. Aoba liked her. Her words might seem harsh at first, but he knew she always meant well.
“This one is different. He’s definitely a keeper. He’s rich, handsome, and...well...let’s just say he has some ‘skills’.” Klara giggled. Aoba’s eye twitched. He picked at the remains of his lunch with his fork, trying to block out her voice.
“Well don’t keep us in suspense. Who is it?” Anelie asked.
Klara leaned in and spoke in a near whisper.
“Mr. Noiz.”
Aoba froze. The women around him gasped in surprise and began asking all sorts of questions, but Aoba couldn’t hear them. His heart was pounding so loudly, it was making his ears ring.
It was impossible. Noiz would never cheat on him. Never. Aoba knew that. He trusted Noiz. There was no way Noiz was sleeping with Klara. She was obviously lying. Aoba took a few shallow breaths, trying to calm himself. Then a thought came to his mind. There were a few things about Noiz that only a person who was actually sleeping with him would know. Aoba felt his shoulders drop in relief. All he had to do was ask a carefully worded question and all his fears would be put at ease.
“So…” His voice was a bit higher than normal and squeaked when he spoke, so he cleared his throat and tried again, everyone looking at him. “So, what is he like...you know...down there?” He blushed furiously as he asked the question. Klara looked at him and smiled. For a brief moment, Aoba thought he saw hatred in her eyes before she looked away from him and once again leaned in and spoke in a near whisper.
“You will never believe this. He’s...pierced. All over.”
Aoba felt his heart break in his chest at her words. He sat in his chair in a daze as Klara’s words repeated over and over in his mind. There was only one way for her to know about his piercings. Swallowing dryly, Aoba stood up and left the table, ignoring the concerned calls behind him.
He walked back to the office on autopilot, repeating the same phrase to himself over and over. It can’t be true. It can’t be true. It can’t be…
“Aoba!” Anelie came rushing up behind him concern on her face and worry in her voice. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” She placed a hand on his forehead. He barely felt her touch. “You don’t seem to have a fever. Was it something we said? Did the conversation upset you?” She brushed a lock of blue hair out of his eyes, and raised his chin so that he was looking into her eyes. “Is it because Klara’s seeing Mr. Noiz?”
Aoba felt tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. They did not escape Anelie’s notice. She pulled him in close and wrapped her arms around him.
“I’m sorry, liebchen. I’m so sorry. No one knew you felt that way. And don’t worry about it too much. Klara’s no great catch. Mr. Noiz will dump her soon and then you can swoop right in. You’re beautiful and talented and kind. Everyone knows that. I’m sure that once Klara’s out of the way, you’ll get your chance.”
As Anelie talked, Aoba’s tears began to flow. He wanted to tell her everything, but he couldn’t. He could only stand there, in the middle of the sidewalk, and cry.
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