Field Office 9 - Afternoon - Cool
Cyrilla Klein
Honestly, Cyrilla hadn't slept so well last night. She'd tossed so much that even Diva left the bed to sleep on the floor with Noctis. Cyrilla couldn't blame her, really. If she could have fallen asleep and stayed asleep, she would have done the same thing, however; that wasn't the case. There was just something about Katia that always made her tense. She knew Eryk was feeling the same way because he hadn't stopped scowling since he came in this morning. She was glad that Ana had made him his favorite snacks, though, because he'd been eating an oatmeal cookie almost nonstop.
Thankfully, it hadn't been too bad. Katia had holed herself up in Aidan's office and had just... kind of stayed there. The only thing Katia had them do was their normal routine. She was probably trying to see if they needed a routine adjustment. After all, Aidan was slightly more lenient about some things. Katia wanted to rule with an iron fist, and that she hadn't yet was slightly nerve wracking.
The one thing Katia did do, however, was ban the three executives from leaving the building for lunch. Which meant that Kas, Eryk and Cyrilla were all stuck inside for their break. She hadn't minded, really. The kitchen was still functioning, and they had stocked the fridge the day before. She could just make something simple if she could find the right ingredients.
“What are you making, Cy?" Eryk's voice startled her a bit, and Cyrilla nearly dropped the eggs she was holding.
“You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days," she murmured, shaking her head and closing the fridge door. “And I don't know, yet. I was thinking about just making egg sandwiches. I'm not really in the mood for regular food since you-know-who is here," she replied, watching as Eryk frowned.
“Well, since it's just us right now, do you have any special requests? I'm sure we have the stuff to make just about anything, and I haven't seen Kas, yet, since this morning before we all went to our offices. He might still be in his," she asked, watching as Eryk's brows became pensive.
“What about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, instead?" he asked, and Cyrilla smiled a little.
“Of all the skills at your disposal, you want PB and J sandwiches," she responded, snorting softly.
"Actually, that sounds super good," Kas said, ambling in after Eryk. He didn't make any effort to quiet himself, so it was a lot easier to hear him coming. Heaving a sigh, he plopped down onto one of the stools at the chrome island and set his laptop down on the surface. "Working lunch," he explained. "Katia wants dossiers on everyone who works at the field office. Probably not for anything, mind you. It's just so she can make me do more shit. She didn't like it when I told her all my work was done early yesterday."
He scrunched his face in disgust, then rolled his eyes and flipped his laptop open. "How's she treating you guys?"
Cyrilla supposed she was making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for her boys. Eryk, however, gave Kas what looked to be a sympathetic look. To anyone else it just looked like Eryk was just giving Kas a lifeless gaze.
“She wants the progress we're making on our mission so that she can give it to Aidan when he comes back. Don't know why the fuck she needs it handwritten, though. It's not like he doesn't already have that information, and she knows we can't give her more information on it than what she already knows."
“She's doing it because she's being a coalossal bitch," Cyrilla replied, though really that was just insulting the pokémon. It wasn't their fault that Katia was just a massive bitch. “So far, I think I've gotten off pretty easy. I haven't had to do much than give her updates on the grunts and where they're at as far as their battling progress goes." That could change any second, though. She knew she'd basically antagonized Katia the other day, and Katia wasn't exactly the type of person to let things slide like that.
Once she was done making her sandwiches, three for both Eryk and Kas, she set the two aside she'd made for herself, and took a seat next to Ryk.
“You know she's just waiting, biding her time until she's ready to strike, like the seviper that she is," Eryk murmured, taking a bite out of his first sandwich.
"Ugh," Kas agreed around a mouthful of sandwich. He waited until he'd swallowed before actually speaking, though. "I was thinking I could put a bunch of fake bullshit in these dossiers, though. Like say Luke has a quilting hobby and likes to give them out to people who talk to him. Maybe she'll leave him alone—can you imagine Katia with something as wholesome as a quilt? Because I can't. Plus she'll look stupid if she believes a bunch of shit and then no one knows what she's talking about when she tries to pull the 'I know everything about you' power move."
He took another bite of the sandwich, now already half gone.
“You should do it anyway just to fuck with her. She's not stupid by any means, and she'll likely figure it out," Eryk started before taking another bite of his sandwich. He chewed it quietly before he continued, “but by then it'll be too late, and everyone would just think she's crazy."
“They probably already know she is. Some of them, I'm sure, remember her," Cyrilla stated, taking a bite of her own sandwich. “Does Luke do quilting as a hobby, though? If so, maybe I can get him to make me one. They'd be very comfortable, I'm sure," she stated once she'd swallowed her food.
“Doesn't that take a while to do?" Eryk asked, arching a brow slightly. “I don't think Hayley would appreciate you taking all of Luke's time. Aren't they dating, now?" he continued. Cyrilla was a little surprised by that. Not that Hayley and Luke were dating, but that Eryk would even know that. She was about to ask him how he knew, however; there was a slight clearing of someone's throat, and Cyrilla didn't have to even guess who it could be.
“What are the three of you doing? You're supposed to be working," Katia stated, narrowing her eyes in their direction.
Just great, was the first thought that crossed Cyrilla's mind. “It's noon which means we're on our break. We get those, after four hours of being at work," she replied, taking another bite to emphasis her point.
“Fine. Make me something, then," Katia retorted, making her way towards the island and taking the furthest seat from Kasimir. Cyrilla inwardly shuddered on Kas's behalf. Katia wasn't sitting too close to him, but she was close enough that even it felt like Cyrilla had a sour taste in her mouth.
“Excuse me, I'm not the cook."
“Doesn't matter; you're the lowest on the pole. Now fucking make me something," Katia stated. If she knew she could get away with it, Cyrilla would poison it. She glanced in Eryk's direction, noticing that the locked jaw, and sighed. She couldn't exactly say no. Katia was right, Cyrilla was the lowest in terms of the executive ranks, but still. Damn if it didn't hurt her pride a little.
“Just do it, Cy. The sooner she's fed, maybe she'll leave," Eryk replied lowly, causing her to shake her head.
“Don't bet on it. Since you all seem to be able to multitask, give me your reports on how far along you are with your tasks. Rheinallt, you first."
Instead of answering the question, Kas looked up from his work, pointedly ignoring Katia and addressing Cyrilla. "Cy, you don't have to do that. She can't fire you for not making her lunch. That's nowhere in your job description, and she's just a temp in her position." He smirked a little. "Or so says the official instructions from Gregorovich, anyway. Temporary field office command, not to exceed a duration of fourteen days, for the purpose of stability and maintenance of field office operations. That means she gets to change fuck all."
Eryk snorted softly at Kas's statement while Katia glared at him. Honestly, Cyrilla almost forgot that they were even there. She'd been taken aback by the statment, and had to fight down the smile that was threatening to form on her face.
Charming jerk, was the only thing that crossed her mind before she remembered her manners. Before she could say anything, though, Katia made a remark.
“Doesn't fucking matter. She's still part of the family so either way, regardless if it's for this position or not, she has to do what I say." Cyrilla furrowed her brows at that. Why was it so hard for them to understand that she wasn't part of the family? She'd changed everything in order to not be associated with them.
“No I'm not; I've told you before, my name is Cyrilla Klein, not Niav. I don't have to do jack shit for you under familial obligations," she retorted, however; the smirk on Katia's face nearly sent a shiver down her spine.
“Is that right? So, you being engaged to a certain someone who's supposed to lead the family means you're not part of it? I could have sworn that's what happened when two people got married, one person was entering into another person's family," Katia replied smoothly, as if it were just natural to her. It was, Cyrilla didn't doubt.
“Doesn't mean shit, and you know it, Katia," Eryk replied this time, narrowing his eyes at her.
“Oh? Did you both have a change of heart and decide to get it anulled? Because if that's true, you know what happens, Eryk," Katia stated. Cyrilla knew she was just trying to get under his skin, and her own, but Katia also had a point. Even if she decided to go through with the marriage to Eryk, she'd be right back in the same family that she'd left. Everything she'd have done up until now would have been worthless.
It would have been for nothing.
She's going back to the family one way or another, and Katia was rubbing that fact in her face. “You forget, Katia," Cyrilla started, finding her voice again, “Eryk is leading the family once this shit is done. That means I don't have to do jack for shit for you because you'll be doing everything for me. I'm going to be at the head of the family with Ryk so take that and shove—" she paused when Eryk shot her a look.
“You've overstepped your boundaries, Durova. You're not here for familial obligations, either. You're here as a member of Neo Team Rocket which means you have to adhere to the same set of fucking rules we do. Kas is right, she doesn't have to do anything that's not in her job description," Eryk stated. It was a strange thing to hear, though. He never sounded so calm before. Not like that.
Kas was grinning broadly, apparently quite pleased by this development. "Sucks for you," he said lightly, turning back to his computer for a moment before hitting the track pad with a certain relish. "And your dossiers are all in, so maybe don't give me any more useless busywork for a while, yeah? I have an actual job to do."
“Ugh, I don't understand how he puts up with you all," Katia replied, making a vaguely disgusted face at the three of them. “Fuck, whatever," she continued, standing up from her spot and making her way out of the kitchen before throwing over her shoulder, “I don't need this shit."
Once she was gone, Cyrilla let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and nearly slumped in her chair. Ryk turned his attention towards her, though, and she knew he was going to chastise her. “You need to stop fucking baiting her. You know how she is, and she won't think twice about doing something in retaliation against you regardless if you're engaged to me, Cyrilla," he spoke in a firm voice. He was right, she knew that. She knew Katia wasn't the type of person to let things go like that. She would find a way to get back at Cyrilla.
“I know, Ryk. I'm sorry," she apologized. He sighed deeply and placed a hand on top of her head, moving it down so that it rested a bit on her neck before leaning over and touching his forehead to hers.
“I'm not angry with you, you know. You don't have to apologize for that. Just... try not to antagonize her until... until we can get this shit sorted out, alright?" he spoke, pulling back as Cyrilla nodded her head. It was the only thing she could do, really.
“Thanks, Kas, for sticking up for me, too," she could at least do that much. Kas had, after all, been the one to say it first.
He smiled, if not quite as brightly as the one he'd put on in front of Katia. "Sure thing, Cy. She can't really do anything to me, so I'm happy to take some of the heat, you know?"
She smiled and opened her mouth to reply, but Ryk seemed to beat her to it, “Yeah, because that's what friends do."
Thankfully, it hadn't been too bad. Katia had holed herself up in Aidan's office and had just... kind of stayed there. The only thing Katia had them do was their normal routine. She was probably trying to see if they needed a routine adjustment. After all, Aidan was slightly more lenient about some things. Katia wanted to rule with an iron fist, and that she hadn't yet was slightly nerve wracking.
The one thing Katia did do, however, was ban the three executives from leaving the building for lunch. Which meant that Kas, Eryk and Cyrilla were all stuck inside for their break. She hadn't minded, really. The kitchen was still functioning, and they had stocked the fridge the day before. She could just make something simple if she could find the right ingredients.
“What are you making, Cy?" Eryk's voice startled her a bit, and Cyrilla nearly dropped the eggs she was holding.
“You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days," she murmured, shaking her head and closing the fridge door. “And I don't know, yet. I was thinking about just making egg sandwiches. I'm not really in the mood for regular food since you-know-who is here," she replied, watching as Eryk frowned.
“Well, since it's just us right now, do you have any special requests? I'm sure we have the stuff to make just about anything, and I haven't seen Kas, yet, since this morning before we all went to our offices. He might still be in his," she asked, watching as Eryk's brows became pensive.
“What about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, instead?" he asked, and Cyrilla smiled a little.
“Of all the skills at your disposal, you want PB and J sandwiches," she responded, snorting softly.
"Actually, that sounds super good," Kas said, ambling in after Eryk. He didn't make any effort to quiet himself, so it was a lot easier to hear him coming. Heaving a sigh, he plopped down onto one of the stools at the chrome island and set his laptop down on the surface. "Working lunch," he explained. "Katia wants dossiers on everyone who works at the field office. Probably not for anything, mind you. It's just so she can make me do more shit. She didn't like it when I told her all my work was done early yesterday."
He scrunched his face in disgust, then rolled his eyes and flipped his laptop open. "How's she treating you guys?"
Cyrilla supposed she was making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for her boys. Eryk, however, gave Kas what looked to be a sympathetic look. To anyone else it just looked like Eryk was just giving Kas a lifeless gaze.
“She wants the progress we're making on our mission so that she can give it to Aidan when he comes back. Don't know why the fuck she needs it handwritten, though. It's not like he doesn't already have that information, and she knows we can't give her more information on it than what she already knows."
“She's doing it because she's being a coalossal bitch," Cyrilla replied, though really that was just insulting the pokémon. It wasn't their fault that Katia was just a massive bitch. “So far, I think I've gotten off pretty easy. I haven't had to do much than give her updates on the grunts and where they're at as far as their battling progress goes." That could change any second, though. She knew she'd basically antagonized Katia the other day, and Katia wasn't exactly the type of person to let things slide like that.
Once she was done making her sandwiches, three for both Eryk and Kas, she set the two aside she'd made for herself, and took a seat next to Ryk.
“You know she's just waiting, biding her time until she's ready to strike, like the seviper that she is," Eryk murmured, taking a bite out of his first sandwich.
"Ugh," Kas agreed around a mouthful of sandwich. He waited until he'd swallowed before actually speaking, though. "I was thinking I could put a bunch of fake bullshit in these dossiers, though. Like say Luke has a quilting hobby and likes to give them out to people who talk to him. Maybe she'll leave him alone—can you imagine Katia with something as wholesome as a quilt? Because I can't. Plus she'll look stupid if she believes a bunch of shit and then no one knows what she's talking about when she tries to pull the 'I know everything about you' power move."
He took another bite of the sandwich, now already half gone.
“You should do it anyway just to fuck with her. She's not stupid by any means, and she'll likely figure it out," Eryk started before taking another bite of his sandwich. He chewed it quietly before he continued, “but by then it'll be too late, and everyone would just think she's crazy."
“They probably already know she is. Some of them, I'm sure, remember her," Cyrilla stated, taking a bite of her own sandwich. “Does Luke do quilting as a hobby, though? If so, maybe I can get him to make me one. They'd be very comfortable, I'm sure," she stated once she'd swallowed her food.
“Doesn't that take a while to do?" Eryk asked, arching a brow slightly. “I don't think Hayley would appreciate you taking all of Luke's time. Aren't they dating, now?" he continued. Cyrilla was a little surprised by that. Not that Hayley and Luke were dating, but that Eryk would even know that. She was about to ask him how he knew, however; there was a slight clearing of someone's throat, and Cyrilla didn't have to even guess who it could be.
“What are the three of you doing? You're supposed to be working," Katia stated, narrowing her eyes in their direction.
Just great, was the first thought that crossed Cyrilla's mind. “It's noon which means we're on our break. We get those, after four hours of being at work," she replied, taking another bite to emphasis her point.
“Fine. Make me something, then," Katia retorted, making her way towards the island and taking the furthest seat from Kasimir. Cyrilla inwardly shuddered on Kas's behalf. Katia wasn't sitting too close to him, but she was close enough that even it felt like Cyrilla had a sour taste in her mouth.
“Excuse me, I'm not the cook."
“Doesn't matter; you're the lowest on the pole. Now fucking make me something," Katia stated. If she knew she could get away with it, Cyrilla would poison it. She glanced in Eryk's direction, noticing that the locked jaw, and sighed. She couldn't exactly say no. Katia was right, Cyrilla was the lowest in terms of the executive ranks, but still. Damn if it didn't hurt her pride a little.
“Just do it, Cy. The sooner she's fed, maybe she'll leave," Eryk replied lowly, causing her to shake her head.
“Don't bet on it. Since you all seem to be able to multitask, give me your reports on how far along you are with your tasks. Rheinallt, you first."
Instead of answering the question, Kas looked up from his work, pointedly ignoring Katia and addressing Cyrilla. "Cy, you don't have to do that. She can't fire you for not making her lunch. That's nowhere in your job description, and she's just a temp in her position." He smirked a little. "Or so says the official instructions from Gregorovich, anyway. Temporary field office command, not to exceed a duration of fourteen days, for the purpose of stability and maintenance of field office operations. That means she gets to change fuck all."
Eryk snorted softly at Kas's statement while Katia glared at him. Honestly, Cyrilla almost forgot that they were even there. She'd been taken aback by the statment, and had to fight down the smile that was threatening to form on her face.
Charming jerk, was the only thing that crossed her mind before she remembered her manners. Before she could say anything, though, Katia made a remark.
“Doesn't fucking matter. She's still part of the family so either way, regardless if it's for this position or not, she has to do what I say." Cyrilla furrowed her brows at that. Why was it so hard for them to understand that she wasn't part of the family? She'd changed everything in order to not be associated with them.
“No I'm not; I've told you before, my name is Cyrilla Klein, not Niav. I don't have to do jack shit for you under familial obligations," she retorted, however; the smirk on Katia's face nearly sent a shiver down her spine.
“Is that right? So, you being engaged to a certain someone who's supposed to lead the family means you're not part of it? I could have sworn that's what happened when two people got married, one person was entering into another person's family," Katia replied smoothly, as if it were just natural to her. It was, Cyrilla didn't doubt.
“Doesn't mean shit, and you know it, Katia," Eryk replied this time, narrowing his eyes at her.
“Oh? Did you both have a change of heart and decide to get it anulled? Because if that's true, you know what happens, Eryk," Katia stated. Cyrilla knew she was just trying to get under his skin, and her own, but Katia also had a point. Even if she decided to go through with the marriage to Eryk, she'd be right back in the same family that she'd left. Everything she'd have done up until now would have been worthless.
It would have been for nothing.
She's going back to the family one way or another, and Katia was rubbing that fact in her face. “You forget, Katia," Cyrilla started, finding her voice again, “Eryk is leading the family once this shit is done. That means I don't have to do jack for shit for you because you'll be doing everything for me. I'm going to be at the head of the family with Ryk so take that and shove—" she paused when Eryk shot her a look.
“You've overstepped your boundaries, Durova. You're not here for familial obligations, either. You're here as a member of Neo Team Rocket which means you have to adhere to the same set of fucking rules we do. Kas is right, she doesn't have to do anything that's not in her job description," Eryk stated. It was a strange thing to hear, though. He never sounded so calm before. Not like that.
Kas was grinning broadly, apparently quite pleased by this development. "Sucks for you," he said lightly, turning back to his computer for a moment before hitting the track pad with a certain relish. "And your dossiers are all in, so maybe don't give me any more useless busywork for a while, yeah? I have an actual job to do."
“Ugh, I don't understand how he puts up with you all," Katia replied, making a vaguely disgusted face at the three of them. “Fuck, whatever," she continued, standing up from her spot and making her way out of the kitchen before throwing over her shoulder, “I don't need this shit."
Once she was gone, Cyrilla let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and nearly slumped in her chair. Ryk turned his attention towards her, though, and she knew he was going to chastise her. “You need to stop fucking baiting her. You know how she is, and she won't think twice about doing something in retaliation against you regardless if you're engaged to me, Cyrilla," he spoke in a firm voice. He was right, she knew that. She knew Katia wasn't the type of person to let things go like that. She would find a way to get back at Cyrilla.
“I know, Ryk. I'm sorry," she apologized. He sighed deeply and placed a hand on top of her head, moving it down so that it rested a bit on her neck before leaning over and touching his forehead to hers.
“I'm not angry with you, you know. You don't have to apologize for that. Just... try not to antagonize her until... until we can get this shit sorted out, alright?" he spoke, pulling back as Cyrilla nodded her head. It was the only thing she could do, really.
“Thanks, Kas, for sticking up for me, too," she could at least do that much. Kas had, after all, been the one to say it first.
He smiled, if not quite as brightly as the one he'd put on in front of Katia. "Sure thing, Cy. She can't really do anything to me, so I'm happy to take some of the heat, you know?"
She smiled and opened her mouth to reply, but Ryk seemed to beat her to it, “Yeah, because that's what friends do."