Trent looked warily at the green bag inside his hands. Earlier in the day as he was strolling in late (as per usual), he'd notice a hurried Magnus race past him towards the main office, dropping it in the process. He wasn't sure at all what it'd been when he checked the bag, only seeing the crude branding on its front with the words 'MENS TRADENDA' emblazoned on it.
A better man than him would've hollered Magnus to come back and collect his thing but Trent was unfortunately no better man. With a sly smirk he pocketed the apparent candies and meandered off to do what he would do most days at his so-called workstation: nothing. While he made (minimal) his effort to do the absolute bare minimum, he found his mind would wander every so often to that same bag, the one he'd stuffed into one of his desk drawers for safekeeping.
Now though, as the employees break times had approached and all of them had congregated inside the cafeteria, he'd once again come to stare at the jellybean bag in front of him. He ripped open the package and peeked inside. He grimaced as he looked at the jellybeans. They didn't look remotely appealing at all, rather quite plain to be honest apart from the eerie green translucence around each one.
"What the f*ck are those," Aamil said, squeezing his face in disgust. Despite he and Trent's mutual distaste at one another, he'd parked himself at the same table due to his only tolerable 'friends' (if the temperamental hotshot would even call them that), Nabila and Emmy, had chosen there to be their seats for today. Rachel had also made her way over to the table, being attached to Trent by the hip like always and staring at him lovestruck the whole time.
Trent scoffed and rolled his eyes, despite he himself not really having the answer. "Jellybeans, you dolt. What else?"
"You sure those are safe to eat?" Rachel said to him seriously. She could see the emerald luminescence through the thin plastic of the packaging.
"Those look bloody radioactive," Nabila chimed in, somewhat enjoying the veggie-salad she'd packed for herself today. She'd been recently trying to force herself into a diet, wanting to look better just in case a certain someone finally mustered up the courage to say something to her.
"What looks 'bloody radioactive'?" Emmy asked as she walked towards the table, lunch in hand. Of course I say asked, being the polite type of writer I am, when really in truth everything that came out of that girl's mouth was nothing less than a holler, a yell at best. Her messy ponytail swished dangerously from side-to-side as she shimmied her way in beside Aamil and Nabila, her eyes flitting about hyperactively as she tossed up the green apple she'd put on her tray.
"Alright, alright, quiet now, will you! I didn't ask for a f*cking crowd, did I?"
"Where the hell would you get something like that?" Aamil said again.
Trent shrugged. "Dunno. They were on sale or something. Look, just shove off, the lot of you! I'll eat whatever I want to eat for my lunch and that's final!" With that he shook the bag until one of the jellybeans had landed in his palm. He grinned mockingly as he cocked his head back and chucked the damned sweet into his maw. He would soon come to regret this moment of bravado as soon as the jellybean came into contact with his tongue.
"F*ck are these?!" he cried, lurching over in disgust and drawing the attention of the rest of the employees in the surrounding cafeteria. "Ugh, so f*cking sour!"
Soon he'd amassed quite the crowd of onlookers, with most of the main Transforming Genetics staff circling around to laugh and giggle at Trent's behest. Among them was Sharon, the owner of . She'd been conducting a review of sorts of her own with Rebecca, the Research and Development supervisor, on all the personnel at the institution and the progress each one was making on their respective projects.
She chuckled wryly, clapping her hands together as she said, "Ooh, sour candy's my absolute fave! Send me one, kid."
Trent coughed and wiped the tears from his eyes before he considered what the older woman had said. "5 quid," he bargained, gulping loudly as he forced himself to swallow the foul confection.
"But you just about died when you tried to eat it yourself!" Rebecca snapped with her nasally voice, scowling at him for even daring to argue with the woman that would possibly give her a step up in the corporate ladder.
Sharon put her arm on Rebecca's shoulder, silently telling her to simmer down, before turning back to Trent. Her face, like Rebecca's, had begun to darken and there was a more serious tone in her voice this time around. "Please, I have more important things to do than negotiate with a petulant child."
Trent frowned but sighed in defeat. He held the bag out to her, saying, "Whatever. Share them with the whole bloody department, I don't f*cking care. They're disgusting anyways." He observed as Sharon snatched the bag from his hands, beaming triumphantly as she placed one of her manicured hands into the bag and popped one of the jellybeans into her mouth as well.
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