O'Connell (Mending His Heart)

"I can see you studied English at National University of Ireland, Galway." The man said, with his eyes swaying sideways as they accessed the CV he was holding up to his face.

Beaming widely, O'Connell nodded. "Yes, I just came back a month ago." He provided.

"Why didn't you stay and look for a better job there? Here in Drogheda, reporters don't earn that much. And it's quite risky out there." The man raised his head up, just to cast him a frown.

O'Connell narrowed his eyes at him, with his smile completely gone. "I have my reasons why I came back. So there's no point to make a fuss about this." He squeezed the arms of the peeling chair, that he was sitted on.

"What?" The man's jaw dropped in shock. He couldn't remember the last time someone talked to him like that.

"Sorry? Did I say anything mean to upset you?" O'Connell inquired, his gaze innocent. He knew he could be bad mannered sometimes, but couldn't help it.

The man held up a hand, then shook his head. "Just show a little bit of respect, towards me." His voice was authoritative. And he had this perpetually giant scowl on his face. O'Connell was already calling him "Mr Grumpy" in his head.

O'Connell gave him a firm nod, to what he had told him.

"So, Mister Williamsburg. Why should I hire you?" The man questioned, after he had kept O'Connell's CV on his wooden desk, and had his arms folded.

O'Connell pursed his lips. And stayed mute. Trying to come up with something to say, as his mind sped rapidly for an answer. 

"Well, Mr Armit. It would be futile having to go extra miles, explaining irrelevant things about me. You see, I have this tendency of being blunt. And right now, I'm going to say you have to hire me. Because I am fit enough for this job." He finished, and still had the audacity to uplift a brow at the man, with the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk.

And the grumpy, middle aged, Indian man, surprised both himself, and O'Connell by letting out a scoff. 

"Well, well, well. I can see, you've got the guts." The man said, his voice cracking slightly.

"People always tell me that." O'Connell supplied, with a small side tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Mister Williamsburg, this is a job interview. And not a normal conversation ongoing between us. You should know when to speak, and when not to." He warned, with his brows creasing together.

He remembered when he had arrived an hour ago, and one of the employee had stared at him oddly.

"You're here to see someone?" The woman had ask. She was as fat as a whale. With round chubby cheeks like pumpkins. That O'Connell suddenly had this feeling of poking his fingers on them. 

"Yes, I'm here to see your boss." He had replied the woman, shoving his hands into his jean pants pocket.

The woman allowed her eyes to do a once over at O'Connell's clothes, and decided she didn't like him one bit.

He was clad in a black leather jacket, baggy jeans pants that he folded one leg up his knee, to reveal his white stockings. On his legs, he was putting on his favourite black combat boots. He had a buzz cut hair with a shaved design, and behind the big glasses he had, was cute fresh childish face. But with a huge trained physique. Then his right hand was clutching his backpack that was strapped over his shoulder. 

A tiny smile tugged at the edge of O'Connell's lips, as he stared at the woman's eyes, roaming from his head to his feet.

"When you are done checking me out, you can then go ahead and tell me if you like what you see." He said, twitching a bushy brow up.

This made the woman pondered deeply if he was an adult or a teenager. He even popped a lollipop in his mouth, after speaking. Something which stirred up confusion in the woman's mind, making her wonder why he came to see her boss.

"Is he expecting you?" The woman had asked, when she had found her voice.

O'Connell took the lollipop out of his mouth, just to say. "No. I'm here for a job." Then shoved it back in.

And the woman's mouth parted in horror. Clearly she had misheard the child. She thought to herself.

"Did you say job?" The woman inquired, her eyes flashing with uncertainty as they did a once over, at O'Connell. Again.

"Yes. Surely you do not want me to repeat myself." O'Connell had tuck his chin in the air. In a defiant manner. He was beginning to get angry and impatient at each timid tick of the clock. And the woman wasn't helping matters at all.

"Leave this place, or I'm calling security this instance." The woman had warn, causing O'Connell to blink in surprise. 

"What did you just say?" 

The rest of the employees, were popping their heads out of their offices, to see what was going on.

"I said get out of this place, kid." The woman barked, with her big nostrils flaring in anger.

"You've got to be kidding me." O'Connell scoffed in amusement, staring around him. The fact that she was calling him a kid was quite annoying. But he decided not to take it to heart.

He then frowned, when he heard.

"Security!" The woman bellowed at the top of her lungs. 

And O'Connell stared at the woman in confusion, wondering if she was mentally stabled.

"Are you okay, ma'am? Are you feeling sick or something?" He uplifted a brow at her, then shook his head. "You know, I was concerned about your mental state, but quite frankly you're alright." 

The hefty footsteps approaching could be heard, and in no time, O'Connell saw the security guards. "Please escort this hoodlum out." The woman ordered them, and they nodded and started approaching him. Giving him death glares, like they wanted to reap his head off.

"Wait, wait." He motioned with his hands for them to stop, not even recoiling a step backwards, because he wasn't a bit scared of them. He just wanted them to listen to him. But they kept advancing towards him. "You're getting this all wrong. I'm here for a job interview." He said icely, because they were beginning to push and activate his anger buttons.

They expected him to be scared, but he wasn't. He just stood and watched them advanced towards him.

The security guards paused and stared at themselves in absolute confusion, because it looked like he was already waiting for them.

They charged at him, grabbed him like a thief that was caught stealing at the mall. And they started pulling him away, with him struggling with them. 

His body was already invigorating for a fight with them.

"I'm not a kid, you nitwits. I am fucking twenty four. Dammit!" He bellowed these words out, struggling to break free from their grips, but they were more stronger than he was.

And there was a sudden silence that filled up the atmosphere. Even the security guards who held him captive, stared at themselves in confusion for a brief moment.