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wickerpark2014-02-16 07:39 pm
mightbeclever) wrote in wickerpark2014-02-16 07:39 pm
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Leon wouldn't say he'd lied, exactly. It was more like watching a comedy of errors unfold before him, and in some sort of perverse amusement he hadn't corrected anyone's assumptions yet. The gist of the story seemed to be that the company had done an outreach with the University of Chicago and hired two interns. One was this bubbly tech-nerd of a girl who sported Beats headphones while wearing her ultra trendy Anarchy tees, and the other hadn't shown. Or so Leon assumed, as he eavesdropped from the HR office.
Instead the receptionist had told the HR lady, Sarah Hamilton, that Leon was the intern Mrs. Hamilton had been waiting on. All because he'd arrived precisely at the right moment to fix the receptionist's computer. Ideally, he thought as he stared down at the papers sport the name Roger McLaughlin, the proper thing to do would be to explain the confusion- but where was the fun in that? Besides, he could be a Roger. No one would think twice of it, either, as they'd never asked for his ID. And Roger, whoever he was, had obviously not been that interested in the gig if he hadn't shown by now.
So he smirked, and lightly started to fill in the address for his pay check, and the information for his direct deposit. Besides, IT was a much better fit for him than being a messenger about Chicago- which was bloody cold at the moment. And the only person who was ever going to know, or give him side looks for it would be Daniel. Leon doubted, though, that his boyfriend would say much given that he'd been content to steal bandwidth when Leon had hacked into their neighbors wireless router. Free internet was better than nothing, after all.
"Uh," he started when he heard someone come in, "I filled it out, anything else you need?" He did, at least, need to get the package for Mr. Kagan, up to his offices just in case the poly was discovered. He did need at least one job.
Instead the receptionist had told the HR lady, Sarah Hamilton, that Leon was the intern Mrs. Hamilton had been waiting on. All because he'd arrived precisely at the right moment to fix the receptionist's computer. Ideally, he thought as he stared down at the papers sport the name Roger McLaughlin, the proper thing to do would be to explain the confusion- but where was the fun in that? Besides, he could be a Roger. No one would think twice of it, either, as they'd never asked for his ID. And Roger, whoever he was, had obviously not been that interested in the gig if he hadn't shown by now.
So he smirked, and lightly started to fill in the address for his pay check, and the information for his direct deposit. Besides, IT was a much better fit for him than being a messenger about Chicago- which was bloody cold at the moment. And the only person who was ever going to know, or give him side looks for it would be Daniel. Leon doubted, though, that his boyfriend would say much given that he'd been content to steal bandwidth when Leon had hacked into their neighbors wireless router. Free internet was better than nothing, after all.
"Uh," he started when he heard someone come in, "I filled it out, anything else you need?" He did, at least, need to get the package for Mr. Kagan, up to his offices just in case the poly was discovered. He did need at least one job.