Insolent.
The first word of this story describes Jeremy according to Shawn. Shawn does not think Jeremy cares about the call center where he works. Shawn is his supervisor. Shawn doesn't think too much of Jeremy or does he think too much about Jeremy? This story is told from Shawn's POV.
The ink, his posture, the tight shirt and even tighter pants, his studded black belt and scuffed up boots - it all lent to his general air of complete and utter cockiness. You could count on less than one finger the amount of fucks Jeremy gave about the call center or his job.
Jeremy has committed his third infraction and could be fired. Shawn as his supervisor had to decide Jeremy's fate.
In a way, it was a pity. There was one thing I would miss aobut him: the sight of his ass in those skin tight pants every day. Not a very managerial thought, I know, but it truly was a sight to behold. Round, pert, delectable. I wouldn't have minded exploring it for an hour or two. But, God, no other person had ever annoyed me more. He got under my skin, a virus spreading through my bloodstream, an itch I'd never be able to scratch. It drove me crazy.
What well Shawn the supervisor do? A good story about two MCs that I would enjoy visiting again.
I must admit to a personal irritant. I hate Sean spelled Shawn. I like the traditional spelling. No offense to all of you Shawns out there.