Page 36 of Glitter

Chapter Eleven

Henry

Ididn’thavetowait long.

Travis walked in almost as soon as I’d got everything sorted on my phone, and I quickly hit record whilst still swiping about an inch away at my screen to make it look like I was reading or playing a game or some other innocuous thing.

He headed straight to the fridges and opened each one until he’d found Blue’s lunchbox. Laughing obnoxiously, he pulled it from the shelf and turned around to face his colleague, letting the fridge door self-close behind him.

“See? I told you that bitch would have something for me today!” he crowed, a little skip in his step as he sauntered over to the table his colleague sat at.

I swallowed a smirk that he had felt no weight difference in the lunchbox. That had been one of my biggest concerns, and seeing him not even look at the box curiously made me preen a little.

“I don’t know, dude.” His colleague shifted a little in his seat, toying nervously with his cutlery. “It feels risky.”

“Oh, quit your moaning. It’s fine. I told you; it’s been months and I’ve never had an issue,” Travis said as he settled into his seat, grinning like a maniac. His fingers played with the edges of the lid before he flexed them and began lifting. “Let’s see what I’ve got tod—”

As soon as the lid cleared the base, the mechanism kicked in and everything did exactly what I’d designed it to do.

And it truly was a thing of vengeful beauty.

Glitter started flying out of the lunchbox in a spiral pattern, coating everything in its immediate vicinity with a fine layer of colorful dust. Both Travis and his colleague shouted as they jumped back from the table, their chairs flying out from underneath them and their cutlery falling noisily to the table as the glitter descended.

“What the fuck?!” Travis yelled, dropping the lid to the table in his effort to get away from the tiny particles that were still flying out and hitting him and his colleague first in their torsos, then in their crotches as they quickly backed away from the table.

I watched as the lid fell upside down, leaving the pen camera completely exposed to record every bit of video footage and audio that was about to transpire. The air pump’s rotation was whirring away, loudly enough that I could hear it from where I sat, still valiantly trying to spread the glitter far and wide. The dowels that had popped up to start the whole mechanism going had also sent an automated text to Blue to let him know the trap had been triggered—an added feature I’d been able to work in yesterday without his knowledge.

I expected to see him dashing into the lunchroom at any moment.

His colleague’s hands flew up in the air, surrendering to what was happening to him, but he couldn’t stop his amused look at Travis. “I told you, dude!”

If looks could kill, Travis would have slaughtered his colleague with the glare he shot his way. His face turned a deep scarlet as he returned his focus to the now sparkly table and glared at the offending lunchbox. He tried to sweep the glitter that clung to his clothing off, but it was useless. The fine particles were there to stay for the next hundred years. No amount of washing was going to get rid of what was on him. “That fucking shit! How fucking dare he?”

His colleague began laughing at how worked up Travis was getting. “Dude, this is classic!”

“What?!” Travis squawked, the single word rising in pitch until I was sure only dogs could hear it.

“Oh, come on, Trav! You should be thankful he’s only used glitter to retaliate.” He wiped his hands a couple of times over the table to get as much glitter off them as he could, but quickly gave up when he realized how much of a lost cause it was. He then shrugged and placed his dust covered hands on his hips and shook his head, still laughing. “If he’d gone the Carolina Reaper route, you’d be chugging milk until midnight.”

“That’s not—What—” Travis spluttered. “This is such bullshit! How the fuck am I supposed to get this shit out of my suit?! I paid five thousand for this! I’m going to beat that punk ass bitch up so hard he won’t know what day it is, I swear to Christ. I’ve already done it once—”

“Oh, settle down, dude. It’s just glitter,” his colleague said, still trying to placate him.

“Don’t tell me to settle down! He’s ruined my suit with this fucking stunt. Ruined it! I’ll never get the fucking glitter out! I’ll fucking kill him!”

Of course, that was the exact moment that Blue barrelled through the door of the lunchroom, his fingers clutching at the door frame as he came flying around the corner. He scrambledto a stop as he saw the glorious glitter carnage covering the table and both men, and an exquisite smile lit up his face.

“You!”Travis snarled; his lips drawn back as he pointed an accusing finger at Blue. “You did this!”

Letting go of the door frame, Blue slipped a couple of steps into the lunchroom and, once he had his balance again, he crossed his arms in front of him. The reason for him stumbling became clear when Amy and a guy in a suit squeezed past him into the lunchroom. Blue sucked his lips in a desperate attempt to stop himself from laughing. “I can honestly say I did not.”

Amy wasn’t so polite, instead laughing uproariously when she took the sight of two glitter covered men in. “Oh, this is too good!”

The suited man that had come in with Amy simply shook his head in adisappointed headmastertype of way.

Blue swept his eyes around the lunchroom, stalling when he saw me filming the event.

I shook my head ever so slightly and brushed an index finger against my lips. Anyone else seeing me do it would have thought I was just scratching an itch, but Blue’s eyes lit up in understanding when he saw that I still had my phone up and aimed in Travis’s direction—he knew I wanted to remain hidden. For now.

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