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"I hope this isn't a surprise, but you should know that while Teller may be oblivious to a variety of things.... I am not." This was not a reassuring way for Mark to be greeted when he walked into work on Monday morning.
"I'm quite sure I do not know what you are talking about," he replied to Radio Bob as he dropped his backpack beside his crowded desk. From the looks of it both Teller and Radio Bob had dumped their reports onto him again.
"And I'm sure you do know that I'm referring to your infatuation with Teller," Radio Bob replied, idly swirling the mixture which could only generously be termed coffee in his mug. Mark straightened and blinked. Once. Twice. A third time.
"What? I don't have a crush on my boss." He said adamantly, turning to face Radio Bob.
"Oh really? So the blow up between you two regarding his lying about knowing what he was doing and dismissing your valid input at the clown school wasn't fueled by the fact that you didn't want him to get himself blown up because of your infatuation with him?"
"... No." Mark replied, turning away. Radio Bob shrugged to himself as he wandered away to start his week, but privately he would continue to fully believe that Mark had a massive crush on Teller, and Teller was completely oblivious to it. He took a sip of the Radio Bob Special, and turned to his work.