Why You Don't Work Overtime

Tuesday, 1217

Alice searched through the fridge. She looked at Heather, raising her hands in disgust. “Both of our lunches are still here.”

Heather smiled feebly. “Guess we’ll hope he takes the bait at dinner then.” She looked out the window. “Meanwhile, taco truck?”

Alice sighed. “Sure.” The two walked out of the break room.

Tuesday, 1730

Heather ran her fingers through her purple hair. She looked at Alice. “It’s going to be a late night, isn’t it?”

Alice smiled back. “Yep. Can’t be helped. Frackin’ suits have given us another stupid deadline that we can’t make without serious overtime.” She fondled her silver necklace. “I so want to slap around some suits.”

Heather smirked. “And they gave such thorough instructions, as well.” She exhaled. “Guess we should get on it.”

Alice sighed. “Enchiladas tomorrow?”

Heather looked pensive for a moment. “Sounds good.” She looked at Alice. “Followed by cuddling while we finish bingeing ‘Wednesday’?”

Alice perked up. “Sound like a plan.”

A thin man with a mustache in business casual walked in between the two women. “It looks like it’s just the three of us for the night. At least we won’t have any distractions.”

Alice adjusted her glasses. “Well, Wyatt, that is one of the few advantages.” She looked at Heather. “At least we get another dinner break.” Heather smiled.

Wyatt adjusted his shirt. “Well, there is that.” He ambled off.

Heather smirked. “Man, we may get lucky after all.” Alice returned the smirk.

Tuesday 2014

The two women were getting things done. Within an hour, they may even be able to go home. They then saw Wyatt run past them, straight for the water cooler. The two women watched him. They then looked at each other and died laughing. Alice stopped first. “Guess he learned to stay away from our meals.”

Heather put in one more snigger. “Hope he enjoyed the jalapenos in the gumbo.”

Alice got up. “Guess I’d better check on him.” She walked off. In mere moments, she ran back. “Get up! We need to run!”

Heather looked at her. “Why? What’s up? It can’t be that bad.”

Alice just glared at her. She pointed to the water cooler. Heather saw Wyatt, well, what was left of Wyatt. Little of his human form remained, replaced in segments with furrier parts. His arms and legs became thicker, wider. His mouth and nose grew together, becoming a mizzle. His shirt popped off revealing a hairy chest that soon expanded and was covered with hair. His feet grew, allowing him to become digitigrade like an animal.

In mere moments, he had gone from scrawny human to muscular wolf man.

Heather was rising. “Bad ghost pepper reaction. Got it.” The two women were racing for the exit.

They soon reached the exit. Heather pushed. She growled. “Friggin’ door is locked.”

Alice looked at the rapidly approaching werewolf. “Time to run to security!”

They changed direction and ran for the security office. Behind them, they heard Wyatt collide into the window. He yelped. Within minutes they were within earshot of the lone security guard. They saw the guard rise and pull out his revolver. The women froze then dove out of the way. The guard shot. Three times. Wyatt howled. He roared. Then he walked to guard. Menacingly. The guard’s radio was pulled into line with his mouth.

“Help! I’m about to be killed!”

The werewolf lowered his head. He started running again. He picked up speed with each step. In moments, he would be tearing into the guard’s flesh. And then he was flying. He crashed into a cubicle.

Heather grabbed her leg. “Remind me not to do that again. That hurt.”

Alice smiled. Then exhaled. “This thing hates silver, right?” Heather nodded. “Fine.” She ripped off her necklace. She wrapped it around her fist. Alice walked over to the werewolf. She began pounding it. “Never.” Pound. “Take.” Pound. “Our.” Pound. “Meals.” Pound. “Ever.” Pound. “Again.” Pound. She stopped. Blood covered her fist.

The werewolf put up its hands. It quickly shifted back to Wyatt’s human form. The shirtless man looked like he had lost a fight with a sledgehammer. “Sure.”

Alice almost slugged him again, but was stopped by Heather. She looked at Heather, then relented. “Fine.” She looked at the security guard. ”Are the cameras working?”

The guard took a moment to return to reality. “Um. Sure. Yeah, I believe they were.”

Alice smiled evilly. “Good. He is going to have so much to explain to HR tomorrow morning.” She harrumphed and walked back to her desk. Heather harrumphed as well and followed her girlfriend.

Tuesday 2156

The two women left the building an hour later, their deadline met.

Wednesday 1838

They began watching “Heated Rivalry” instead.

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